by Michal Siewniak* This week my eldest daughter, Maria, had a non – uniform day. All children had an opportunity to express themselves. They all did that in many different ways. Our Maria decided to wear Polish top and Croatian scarf. Her mum comes from the Croatia whereas her dad is Polish. She was really…
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Poem on belonging: A Traveller’s Lodge
A Traveller’s Lodge By Natalie Dunn Seized by twofold darkness: Two stools, one fallen, an empty room. The place I live in with a lost girl from Christchurch and a bewildered beauty from Boston who is making some Chinese tea. The French lady forfeited her accent somewhere, she is not looking. The farmer from…
