Throughout 2014 as Creative Partners with Wakefield Council, Sarah Cobham and John Irving Clarke presented creative arts classes to the women of New Hall Prison and Asylum Seekers at the Quaker Meeting House in Wakefield. Using the liberating power of art,…
ODE TO MAMICA MIA , my BELOVED MOTHER by her son Albert Russo Mamica mia being the endearing term that comes from the Italian ‘Mamma mia cara’ (my darling mother), which my two sisters and I always called her ever…
KAMBER ATEŞ, HOW ARE YOU? This poem is written for a Kurdish mother, visiting her son in prison seeing him for the first time after seven years, but she is forbidden to speak her own language, so she uses a…
Seven Demons Perhaps you do not have to slay Seven demons with your bare arms Whilst riding on the back of seven dragons Snorting fire, careering through the seven canons of hell Pursued by the seven deadly sins (though I…
White Light A white light, Wakened in the waters of my soul, Over the wings of a flying bird Just as once before… A mirror of a reborn life in turmoil Just as today… Kidnapped from warm verses in rebellion.…
