We live with others, not through others 2017 was a difficult year. I had to cope with so many changes. Within the first six months alone, I… Continue reading “We live with others, not through others”…
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”…
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”…