He was happy with his handiwork. Sturdy cages, strong padlocks, each capable of holding two people, three if they were small. Business was booming, extra capacity was needed, the good times were rolling. It had been coming for a while. The overthrow was complete, the government was gone. Now they would experience the real life … Continue reading PROCESSING
Ma roots is in Barbados, so ma Mama tells me all d'time. 'Yo was born there, Ah was born there, yo grandaddy was born there. Dat's where yo is from.' Funny ting is, Ah feel no connection to dat far off place at all. We left there when Ah wasn't even one year old, part … Continue reading ROOTS
JOHN ROBINSON REPORTING BBC NEWS 'You can see behind me the Union Bridge in it's raised position. This ability to raise and lower the bridge was only installed a little over a year ago when the Scottish Government decided they needed a get out, a little insurance, should England again vote for Theresa May to … Continue reading MAY-DAY
She sells sea shells on the seashore. He crafts handmade furniture from driftwood he finds on the beach. The rich tourists throw them looks of disgust and wave them on. Occasionally one of them makes a sale. Enough to put food on the table and clothe their child. She dreams of the land across the … Continue reading SHE SELLS SEA SHELLS
An endless wall. In the middle a black door. In front of it signs reading: 'No Entry.' 'If no-one is allowed to enter, why have a door at all?' Qiáng asked. 'So that those on the other side can expel people out.' Mǐn replied. 'So it is an exit only?' Mǐn shook her head and smiled. 'It … Continue reading NO ENTRY
