How can a builder destroy two twin towers so callously?
We evacuate, not knowing what awaits. Is there a better life that exists for us beyond these borders?
This poem is dedicated to the bravest and strongest woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.
What do you see when you look into the mirror?
She appeared to me as a silhouette of stardust. Like a being from another planet who was only temporarily visiting earth.
We were no longer who we were before colonisation; and we could not go back there, no matter how hard we tried. We were different peoples now.
My focus was on myself and not letting anyone down. When I wasn’t focusing on that, I was focused on whether or not I was getting it ‘right’.
But how could they–the artists–actually see or speak the truth when so much of a politician’s life was a product of public persona?
The human genome tells the story of the interwoven lives of all beings on the planet. It is also a code that is unique to each individual that is born.
Who are these men who throw away their marriage, their children and all of their responsibilities because of a spark?