Dean James

Trembling she staggers to the corner, the street lights oozing silhouettes below majestically. Playful leaves skip across the street. The gutters wet with tears...

Its dark, the roads wet, glistening a misty rain lightly coats my face as i walk the city streets. Nomads, hoods drawn wrestle with...

Reason When all else evades the honour of giving, reason prevails. Hero on the arm, tortured by faith in compassion she defies traceable actions of...

It’s 2 a.m, the laughing has stopped across the hall, as voices scramble for clarity, disappearing in the distance on the far side of...