My Name is Eve; Black is my Face: Poems of religion, evolution and humanity

The black Eve is the real Eve: the mitochondrial Eve: she who is the mother of us all, no matter our race or creed. Apart from paying homage to her, these poems manifest other paradoxes of religion, evolution and humanity. They reflect the modern thinking person who, whilst having read all the evidence against traditional religion, would still ‘like to see his Mum again.’