~ David Reid I was born in Belfast 1940, spent one year an agricultural college followed by a B.Sc. (Botany) and Ph.D. (Plant Physiology) at Queen’s University of Belfast. My wife Victoria (a school teacher much interested in the arts) and I emigrated to Canada in 1968 where I took up a position in the […]
~ David Reid I was born in Belfast 1940, spent one year an agricultural college followed by a B.Sc. (Botany) and Ph.D. (Plant Physiology) at Queen’s University of Belfast. My wife Victoria (a school teacher much interested in the arts) and I emigrated to Canada in 1968 where I took up a position in the […]
The ragged edged concrete slab lay tilted uneasily on the dusty rubble. Above it heavy layer squatted, inert but filled with malice, “don’t mess with me” it sneered. The young woman stood statue-like, elegant in her form-fitting black dress soiled, with a single streak of dusty mud, a slash from the earthquake’s rape. My gaze […]
We try to tell them but their ears are blocked with the cotton wool of consumer dreams, their children and their children’s children forgotten. Images of a drowned tropical village flicker across the plasma screen. Sodden walls and tumbled chimneys strive vainly to keep above the rising tropical sea. A child’s thin awkward naked body, […]
