This site was originally for my fiction and poetry. Now I’m using it for Come See Jerusalem, where I share my research and tell the story of a young lady from Jamaica and what she encounters arriving in Britain in 1956.
I will keep the original content up for now, as it may be of interest to readers.
“And on this day, as every other, she had come alone.
And died alone.
They had found her lying in the purple heather, her favourite. From her resting place the flowers of the plants seemed to be part of her. As if they sought to make this lover of themselves one with them. It was the couple’s dog, a lurcher, that had drawn them to her.”
Alan James Roll, Death in High Heather.
“The American writer and political activist Randolph Bourne may well have counted himself unlucky from the first moment of his birth. An accident with forceps as he struggled out between his mothers thighs left him with a misshapen ear, at four tuberculosis of the spine stunted his growth and hunched his back. By age thirty-two he was dead, a victim of the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, which ravaged a world already suffering from the results of a war he opposed so vehemently.”
Swan, Who Remembers Soranus?, Man is Bourne.
” QUEEN SHEBA’S RING is one of those signature tales of Africa with which Rider Haggard’s name will always be indelibly associated. In this instance the setting is sub Saharan central Africa instead of the more customary Transvaal. The narrator of the tale is an ex-pat doctor called Richard Adams who is on a mission to find his kidnapped son. Years of fruitless searching eventually bring him into the remote lands of the savage Fung people where the son is found enslaved. Attacked by the Fung Adams finds sanctuary in the mountain city of a lost tribe of Abyssinian Jews called the Abati.”
Richard Toogood, Iron Pulpit, Queen Sheba’s Ring.
