I’ve lost you, somewhere between the generation gap
and your marriage
You ask me for help, in fact you beg for pity,
crying out in your lost, unwanted voice,
Condemning me for not caring enough, trying to make me feel guilty.
Who bought you flowers?
Who listened where you were low or happy?
I could it sworn it was me.

Taken from For My Mother by Elaine Powell

Commonword acts as a convergence point for writer groups in Manchester, and in this issue of Write On, it publishes work from six different groups in Greater Manchester, some set up by Commonword and some with links to the organisation. John Ward remembers the excitement of moving to the outskirts after the Manchester slum clearance.  Kevin Otoo contributes two stories  —a beginning and an end— of a trilogy he may never finish.  Two poems in this issue come from the perspectives of new parents; one seeing his partner give birth and the other endures painful consequences for being unable to cope.

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Publication date: 1982