The car halts. I slowly twist my face towards the driver as I sit up straight.‘This is it,’ he says.’This is what?’‘Tarrafal’‘Where?’‘Come’He beckons me towards the cliff edge. I follow, cautiously.‘Come ... come ...’I follow. Much more cautiously. Beyond the gravel, rock, and dust - all far too dry to give my shoes any purchase... Continue Reading →
A madman stumbles around the white line of the barren road. His brain had dried up. His cup of alcohol is empty. Nothing happens fast. Space so vast the car though fast seems to pass as would a snail crossing a desert. Tar gives way to cobbles. Cobbles give way to dust.
Britain is tiring. In January I oversleep my alarm for work several times. My bones freeze and thaw in the spaces between bedding and shower, shower and dressing, kitchen and car, car and hospital. I cannot catch enough sleep. I cannot catch my alarm. In Europe I am still tired from Britain. I hit snooze... Continue Reading →
Scarred nose, Tired tracksuit, Possibly homeless. A man in black suit and tie, Beckons scarred man. Offers him bread and jam. Security follow him around, Sainsbury's must earn every pound. Suited man pays, Says take care, And leaves. Security man pounces, And scarred man, Defenceless, Argues. I intervene. Less swearing, Posher accent. It's all paid... Continue Reading →
Fortunately NHS England does not represent the NHS as a whole. Prevention using PrEP is cheaper than treating HIV. So NHS England's argument is null and void on its own terms. Even were the argument sound, moral panic does not undermine prevention of other diseases, so there is no justice in it doing so here.... Continue Reading →
In the hope that a poorly-composed poem is more effective at holding a corporation to account than a well-written complaint: National Express, It's been weeks, Since your staff lied, Late at Night. With no information, Anger builds at your station, And when I eventually shout, Security throw me out. I kip at a mate's, Get... Continue Reading →
As I dig with bare hands; black and swarthy from the compost bin. And fill the bucket that, I then carry. I find a worm. I remember my mother telling me, that worms enrich soil. I must have been three years old. I have not remembered this before. Yet I do so now, as I... Continue Reading →
'Bring the flavour to the fish, Bring the flavour to the rice ... Number one spice' Queen of Katwe's soundtrack to Kampala, Uganda's vibrant capital, is a homily to the flavour-giving qualities of Lake Victoria salt. But the word 'spice' has a wholly different meaning in Northern British cities. This kind of spice adds flavour... Continue Reading →