I trace my roots with the beat of my heart It counts the living rings of time and not the dead wood of selective history It hammers remembrance Of a girl with red-gold hair Who led me hunting adders in the forest For Georgina, a New Forest gypsy, who died of pneumonia in 1973, aged … More Heart

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A naked man walked carefully along the concrete barriers of the central reservation on the M4 outside Durban this searing December morning. The naked man did not glance down at the traffic on either side. He did not look up to check destination or distance. He appeared fit and calm, eyes focused on the next … More Out of Context