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Old Madala, a picannin friend and I passed time in mouth-watering anticipation. Under the Mopana tree, which stood near their khia at the end of our...

Journal of Isla Loren — March 17 Location: the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: Salt wind, early fog, something waiting Notes: possible...

The far blue horizon sky such beauty before my eyes as I sit and wonder why as the clouds glide on by I see birds fluttering in the sky as I close my...

The night I got robbed, I couldn’t move. I was 18, youngest one in the shelter, lying on the smoking bench out back. I’d come in late with too many...

I was a teenager, age about 15. I’d learnt to float happily when we regularly visited the beautiful quiet cove at Cwm-yr-eglwys in north Pembrokeshire. But I couldn’t swim. My father tried to teach me, but I think I was too stubborn to listen properly … But now I wanted to go to a youth camp back in Wales with a friend, on Bala lake …

As the river flowing as I stand on a bridge below my feet before me is a valley trees of green that reaches out to the sky such beauty before my eyes...

I had met Dora’s parents and brother, they were lovely. Her dad was a very successful man. After he retired, he had given her his car. Dora explained...

I've larked about with Larkin, faffed about with Frost, The winding road that I once took, has become the way I've lost. Burnside at my bedside, and...

I don’t remember the first time I met Dora. With other people I can sometimes remember where I was when I met them, as it’s that memorable, but with...