A dark cold winter night was when Girl, exiled as we were, came into my life,
founding a dynasty that enlivened my home for the next two decades.
With her remaining strength, onto a window sill she jumped,
a farewell to the world she had come from, for, in my arms, to die.
Another dark cold winter night that was.
I with doll, 1978
An imprint of the city in my imagination
Cottingham Road, 2014
Forty years later, I am still here.
Café Newland Avenue, 2015
The rivers, 2014