Hope Little Amal arrived in London on the morning of 23 October, just outside St Paul’s Cathedral. I was there—moved and… Continue reading “Hope”…
Second, third … but never first It is difficult for many to find meaningful employment, especially for those who come from working-class families or who, like… Continue reading “Second, third … but never first”…
Lampposts in the city A woman sits motionless, alone by a lamppost, staring into nothingness as she waits for her lover. The light has… Continue reading “Lampposts in the city”…
Memory I follow a vague memory. at the age of three, scribbling in my father’s cigarette pack. The letters were not… Continue reading “Memory”…
flashback Floating to unnumbered shapings, I sometimes lose my own voice, until somewhere, something reminds me of the pathway to… Continue reading “flashback”…