The Poetry Of A Still Soul Somewhere in the world today... The city was crushed, besieged by hatred, fired by the fear of men. Sanity had lost the battle. Prejudice had scored its racial point. Religion had proven once again its own hypocrisy. One quiet man walked alone amidst the cannoned devastation. Lightly he stepped around the broken bodies lying strewn at the mouths of mortar craters. He stopped and looked down on a smashed brick: only the day before it had been the scrubbed doorstep of...

Coloured By A Different Light Somewhere snuggled close to the heart in the cosy cleavage known as Wales… It was a quiet summer's day, just the hum of a bee, a robin blowing a delightful orchestration, and Rosie Thomas ambling her large Jamaican bulk along the wild garden path. She stopped to pick a single stem of forgetmenot that grew gregariously in her overgrown, untidy lawn. The petite plant was bright with perfect delicate blue flowers. With an exaggerated flourish of her corpulent arm, s...

MOONSHINE Summer in Cardiff and it’s hot. Too hot. And here I am, a best-selling author rushing to a meeting with my agent and I’m late already… And my agent, Felicity, is not the kind of lady you keep waiting in a bar. Believe me. The moment I step through the door the cool interior forces a sigh like I’ve just entered heaven. I allow my eyes to adjust and glance around. Felicity is sat at the bar on a tall stool like she’s stranded. A barman’s cleaning glasses, talking to a small group at t...

The Looker Thirty minutes past midnight and the heavens open. The black sky cascades in a cold shock, like an ocean’s burst on Cardiff’s St Mary Street, leaving my meticulously cropped crowning glory like stomped spaghetti – Gross humiliation. In an instant Cardiff’s main artery is a rampaging flood and a tributary flowing freely down the nape of my neck reminds me of my mam’s screamed command to wear a mack – Too uncool. I’m young and vain and devilishly wishing it rained Guinness. So, sprin...