As soon as you write a single poem or perform a line of poetry, those assembled will immediately baptise you “a poet”. And as sure as the spirit of Shakespeare seizes you like the enveloping heat on a summer’s day, you start calling yourself a poet too. The tag catches on.
As I get my 20 minutes in, the door swings open, and in walks Patrick Ayota with a fascinating blend of fluster and composure, wrapped in a chic black suit that somehow manages to look both formal and effortlessly cool. It’s a Sunday morning. Time check: 10.20 am. He pauses, scanning the r
The massive, yet fragile, ego of Donald Trump must be an awesome burden to shield from the unsettling realities of life that bring him so much despair. Every day is a battle to maintain the fantastical wonderland that he has manufactured for himself and his glas
