It’s just gone 9am on a Thursday and it’s cold – as cold as any morning I can remember. I touch my aching fingers against my face and...

A poem by Jay Hulme He’s here in the midst of it – right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy...

Blood is thicker than water. Flesh of flesh, bone of bone, we are connected to each other the way the hip bone is connected to the thigh...