I heard your name When I came In October 2017, Resounding like an industrial mystery Through livid Dublin sky. There is something about you, a sensation like The Jewellery Quarter on a quiet day And the narrow side-ways of Wolverhampton town centre, peeking passages lined with rusty brickwork, With a hint of Bedford Falls. When… Continue reading Rathmines, I.
A photographic view of our excursion, October 23rd-27th, 2017. I have set out the images in the order they were taken; the city works well in black and white (final image is one of my favourite place, Smock Alley).
15:50, Boeing 737-800.
This is the face of a third-generation British Indian. This is MY face. My full name is Ciona Bhachu Nankervis. My forename was picked out of a magazine by my aunt in 1989, the origin of which still mystifies me, my now middle name is my maiden name, the only nominal indicator of my Punjabi… Continue reading Britishness, Race And Identity: Let’s Talk
Tonight is the first time this Autumn that I have ventured out by myself after it has got dark. It is exactly six o'clock on Saturday the 19th of November 2016 and I am currently on the bus, a green twenty-two, on the way into town to meet baby. We have stalled, momentarily, at the… Continue reading Composed Upon A City Bus, 18:00-18:09.