Jacob Ross

Jacob Ross was born in Grenada, and has lived in Britain since 1984. He is a poet, playwright, journalist, novelist and creative writing tutor.

A Different Ocean (concluded)

To read the first part of this story click here. It was their eleventh evening in The Silent and even Anna May seemed to have grown if not more tolerant

By Jacob Ross

/ 22 Oct 2003

A Different Ocean

Day yawns and cracks the egg of dawn (Stridal) By that time she had long become familiar with the play of light on the tiny whisky bottles frosted by the

By Jacob Ross

/ 15 Oct 2003

Rum an Coke

Norma Browne got up early, cried a bit, stared at her hand and muttered to herself with a reluctant, bitter conviction, Was a waste. A waste! Nobody heard her except

By Jacob Ross

/ 14 May 2003

Chirren

photograph by Jacob Ross It so happened that the prison I was working in was about fifty yards or so above the women own and believe me, is know them

By Jacob Ross

/ 19 Mar 2003