To Those Born Later, Leo Zeilig, 128 pp, ISBN 0-9538098-6-2

Joe Stein was my mother's lover seventy-two years ago. They were lovers for four and a half months. My father had just returned home. He had been away for two years. When he returned I didn't recognise him. I remember that he cried and lifted me above his head as though I had just been won. It was the year that today we regard as our beginning. When the old ways faded or whatever they say about it now. I've forgotten. I've lost track a little of our history. In the years before these events Joe was a practising revolutionary and Sarah was bringing me up. Then Joe unravelled. In the summer day of the revolt that gave birth to us Joe unravelled.