A trip to the electric islands
A poetic-prose celebration of my local greasy spoon – The Electric Cafe. A classic of its kind. This first appeared in slightly different form within my feature on Black Bough Poetry’s Silver Branch series.
Shopping for identity: a trip down Norwood Road
You can tell a lot about a place from the local shops.
Especially on Norwood Road.
In between Norwood
The pervading spirit of some places hangs quite obviously in the air. Even if you’re only passing through and not looking very hard, the distinctive atmosphere will soon make itself apparent.
West Norwood isn’t one of those places.
Richly Evocative 