Photo credit: Dirk Skiba Teachers Teachers fell like rain in our house. They spunaround our garden in feather braids and kaftans.When I tell you they were everywhere,it’s not a metaphor for learning. They sharedour sofa, hogged our sun loungers, whateverthe weather. Japanese fan, kagool, umbrella.Imagine the shame to look outside and findyour teacher gripping spoons,…

image © Dirk Skiba         Sonnet for the British-Born   And suddenly, new language: ‘British-Born’, for kids who grew up on terraces in Leeds or tower blocks in Bow, and at weekends tied their bootlaces for footie on the lawn and went to college to study Sports or Business or Car Mechanics and…