The Brown One

I disconnect and wonder as my family toss around the slur Paki Do they think in shades, see my brown skin too? Can they see the »

The Reminder

Stumbling drunk snarling man. You stand jeering as we walk down the road. We’re homeward bound, hand-in-hand. The long day presses down on our eyelids, »


My heart's a washing machine And your eyes hold a sadness I cannot cure I'm never content The churning in my stomach just serves to remind »

An Educated Susan

A response to Educating Rita, a play by Willy Russell. planted people with roots deeper than any aged crumbling well a pre-determined patina that pretended growth »