Jan 26, 2020
I walked out of the social services battered and bruised. The ss officer with her thin dead-pan face, steel-rimmed glasses and bunned mousy brown hair, had literally torn me apart.
She had typed into the computer my half-broken sentences, answers to her thrown-at-me questions.
From haiku to hefty memoirs - poems, stories and essays that break through the bullshit. Looking for pieces that go far beyond cliché to uncover a new realm of possibilities. Other Doors features writing that leaves the reader with genuine congenital reactions.
An Irish-Nigerian soul living in Ireland after 40 years in Germany. A social anthropologist, English teacher, and more. With stories to share; and an opinion…
