Breaking point 3
We two rest and heal
do not very much
let nature do her thing to knit and mend
to let sleep balm and soothe.
Oh that I could wish the same for all those souls.
But for all … Read more
Breaking point 2
First the tibia,
The horror of waiting in pain
of watching it pale and bleach his skin to blue.
My growl to keep him safe
so he is not just another patient
to be processed by staff
doing their best
under-water with overwhelm themselves.
Then… Read more
Breaking point 1
My absence from this space has been from breaking:
A broken car
Broken washing machine
Broken window locks
A breaking boiler.
A broken tibia.
Grind, spin, creak, snap.
And the world slows to a stuttering, shuddering stop.
Everything shrinks into pain relief, comfort, safety, the support of friends who shop and drive, care and check … Read more
Football frightens me
I have sons who love football and so for years I have stood in mud and cold by the side of small pitches watching kids kick a ball. Then they grow up and want to keep on kicking a ball. None of this do I have any issue with. Health, fitness, being part of a … Read more
So last week I wrote about poetry and the risk it felt in writing it. I wrote nobly about how failure would be good for me as it wasn’t all about grades. Which was alright to say when I hadn’t had a grade back. But now I have. And I don’t like it.
It isn’t … Read more
Day of the Dead – Samhain
It is very strange to find that some of my best friends are the same age that my mother was when she died. Not only does it, yet again, remind me just how ridiculously young she was when she died, but also, how we are all ageing.
I remember my Nonna saying how hard it … Read more