It’s not the first time that the city I live in and love has been attacked – not even the first time since I have lived here. It’s not the worst attack we have ever experienced, and unless I had had the news on late last night, I would not have known about it, and… Continue reading Aftermath
I’ve just got my latest essay back, and it would be fair to say that I am disappointed with the mark. (as, it appears from the comments, is the marker….”this is elegantly written, but unfortunately I must give it a low mark”…) I have managed to write a history essay rather than a literary one,… Continue reading On reading the question….
I’m typing this curled up on the sofa. Not something I would normally want to comment on, but it is a notable occurrence. Sitting with my legs tucked up under me has been my chosen way of sitting for a long time – but recently I have not been able to; my knees were too… Continue reading Rejoice with me….
“Keep a to-do list”, they said. “It will help you schedule things”, they said. “There is satisfaction in ticking things off”, they said. “It gives you a sense of control, and stops you worry about what you might be forgetting”, they said. So I have been doing, for a few months now. And this is… Continue reading It’s been a long time since I wrote about to-do lists…
This is the final two stanzas or a poem by Warsan Shire. The poem is called What They Did Yesterday Afternoon. Or in this case, yesterday evening….. later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered where does it hurt? it answered everywhere everywhere everywhere.
He and his little sister were running round the park, in and out of the flower beds and the birds. “Look” he said as he stretched forward his head and bent up his arms “I’m a pigeon”.His younger sister squealed with laughter and copied him. They strutted round the park being pigeons, having a fantastically… Continue reading “Look at me, I’m a……”
He is the kind of man about whom people will write many wonderful things and eloquent tributes – all of them deserved. I cannot really add to what will be said, but there is this memory that I treasure. I was not finishing my thesis; I had been writing it for nearly 11 years. It… Continue reading A good man….