It is five years since I arrived in Bristol, a migrant…excited, daunted, inspired and thwarted by procrastination. I had not written poetry for many years and the first time I visited I sat in a cafe on Whiteladies Road and began again. Something within me had shifted, opened and needed to be expressed. Since that day I have become enthralled by words that enable the subterranean to seek and find the light of commune-cation and illumination. This second volume contains cultural observations, inter-relational experiences, provocatively critically political and poignantly celebrational evocations.
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