And not just dead white cis-men either. I thought this was about a woman! Still is for me. Of rust and thistles, sloughed off its front. Wheels the better to munch the sod and. A keg of nails, the tools and paint. For their first frame farmhouse, then. The bed, a castiron cookstove with its. Feedbags, a pump later, kids.

On Nature, People and Islam. Whilst those of apple and plum. Light from the full moon. Extremists, though not ISIS. Islamic State of Iraq and Sham. Orange, green and blue.

For the forgotten men and boys who suffer in silence. This Is What It Looks Like. There are many men and boys who experience abuse in their lives. They often do not have a place to talk about those experiences. This post is a space for that. You may share whatever you feel comfortable with, be it your whole story or just a moment. Male rape still considered a joke in South Africa.

War means No means Yes. You can trust their words. Never Again, arbeit macht frei. Lest we forget, ich bin ein berliner. Long live the indissoluble union.