Truth’s Champion

Truth parades no colours, it stands tall, fearless. Only the messenger quakes, dreading the wrath of Tigranes, to see their eyes become Cleopatra’s toys. Truth will be told as the sun rises, light prevails even in the darkened shade of a South Sea island where travellers tossed by fate and fortune, hidden, not forgotten wretched…Read more Truth’s Champion


Don’t Fence Me In…

Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above Don't fence me in Let me ride through the wide open country that I love Don't fence me in When I heard Gene Autry, America's favourite cowboy, was a 33rd degree Mason, I was disappointed. On reflection, I don't know why I was either…Read more Don’t Fence Me In…

Camp closed: desperation on the Syrian border

Mohammed is leaning on his crutches at the fence of the clinic. “Can you help me? Please, please can you help me?” We go back with him to his tent. It is in a transit camp for Syrian refugees on the Turkish/Syrian border. And the refugees – about 3000 of them – have just been…Read more Camp closed: desperation on the Syrian border