Hungry! He cried with some gusto imbued with passion that embarrassed the mother who tried to quieten his cry with an equal measure of helpless reprimand. Hungry! No one looked No one said anything We are Londoners We mind our own business. A piece of cake sat silently Covered in icing oozing with sweetness inContinue reading “on the train”
through the lens of intercultural reconciliation……
intercultural musings 