by suzyrowland | May 5, 2020
Books have a smell of the stories they hold characters’ struggles, triumphs, broken dreams other people’s fingers turning the pages – smoke in their homes dried tears on the leaves a smell of ink long dry as unique to you, as your own story. ©...
by suzyrowland | Apr 24, 2020
I wrote this poem a few year’s back, but it somehow seems prescient in terms of where we are now (in the midst of a global pandemic) and what we’re all experiencing, albeit in different ways. Hope you find the positives in the words… (blooper follows...
by suzyrowland | Nov 13, 2018
Writing a book is a lonely business. The stereotypes are true, I mean, I’ve been sitting in my office since 8am, unshaven – I use that word figuratively – and I probably won’t see another person until my son comes home from school. I watch...
by suzyrowland | Jun 23, 2018
I was fortunate enough to attend the service at Westminster Abbey on 22 June to mark Windrush Day. Me and about 2,000 other folk. The steel band playing in the church by Shern Hall Methodist Youth Steel band, set the scene. The harmonic twang of pan never fails to...
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by suzyrowland | Jun 21, 2018
Windrush 1948: Coming Home “London, is the place for me London, this lovely city You can go to France or America, India, Asia or Australia But you must come back, to London city.” (Calypso: Sung by Lord Kitchener) A leap into the unknown, hundreds of men, women,...
