Poem for Renee Good  –– Poet and speaker of truth –– Your brains splayed,  You exposed them, in the most dramatic of ways. Bitch. What dies there, where you lived your last stanzas? 22 February 202622 February 2026

Bearing 9 February 20269 February 2026

I Am Pretty Sure Those are the Same Cops I Saw Dragging a Disabled Woman Across the Pavement By Her Dislocated Arm A Few Years Ago 8 February 2026

The front door creaks open — stillness interrupted — heavy footsteps cross the threshold, the waft of body odour displacing fresh air, a familiar voice can be heard, 1 February 202624 February 2026

Back steps 18 December 202511 December 2025

Peace in Ubuntu 6 May 20257 May 2025

L’arche de Noé / Rampenbeheer 3 August 20243 August 2024

Miracle 29 July 202429 July 2024

Wo-why 16 January 20243 February 2024

Shhhh 3 June 202328 June 2023