Category: Poetry

By Maya He’s in his study and wears a suit and tie He caresses the gold watch in his pocket, A gift from his grandfather when he was a boy. It seems another perfectly ordinary day, The girls are scurrying down the stairs The little one, a girl with blue-grey…

By David Malin Lord, where are You now, in these deserted tenements, this blackened skyline? Leeds, Wakefield, Doncaster, I searched the grimy walls and  torn billboards, and You were not there. Nor were You in the grim expression of a workman at a hoarding,  like a man lost or a dead man or…

“No matter where we come from, how we look or what language we speak, inside we are all the same and yearn for the same things: that is to feel safe and to be treated with dignity. We all have the same emotions and feelings and only want our families…