Biography

Cherry

Relative Poverty | Reflecting on Childhood Experiences

I am, I accept, very privileged. I live in a well furnished and accessorised home that I can afford to keep warm in winter. I earn more than enough...
Cherry

50 Years Ago Today

July 31, 1967 It' was already hot at 6 a.m. when I woke up. This would be the last time, I thought, that I would be sharing a bed with my sister,...
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Story of the week

A perfect day

It was the winter of 1999. My best friend Richard was working for the Royal Forestry Commission up in Yorkshire. For a time, on a Friday night I...

NEW ORLEANS- MY PERSONAL JERUSALEM : A TWO-PART SERIES

Jerusalem has been coming to mind a lot lately. I have been aware of the city all of my life, as is the case with most of us. But Jerusalem as a...

A Life Well Lived

My tour of the English Language Teaching Centre in Damascus was interrupted by an old lady who seemed to know everyone. ‘This’ said Peter Clark, the...
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My Tacoma Bridge Moment

We ‘upgraded’ to the suburbs when I was 7 years old. The school I left behind was an austere Victorian building with separate entrances for boys and...
Cherry

Joe's Roses

Just one of the many things I miss now that both my mum and dad are dead, especially as an only child, is having no one to check my personal history...
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¿Dónde Las Palmas?

Written several years ago. Eventually I grew to like the place. Image courtesy Wiki commons

Waiting For The Flash

I wasn't sure if a photo could express Ekphrastic poetry, but decided to have a go and see if it worked. Childhood is such a mystery to me,...

The Cricklewood Times, Sunday 25th June 2017

NB: for Jack, no, Tarquin doesn't exist and I don't have these kind of connections. Image is author's own.