Windflowers

Tuesday, 2 April 2019

“There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.” – Aristotle

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An arrow to the heart  when criticism descends The fresh saplings wither  in proportion to the whip of words It's a fine a...
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Tuesday, 26 March 2019

Kneading love into broken bodies and minds

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In a cubicle in a darkened ward, I heard a murmur behind drawn curtains around my neighbour’s bed. It was two nurses changing the soiled be...
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Tuesday, 12 March 2019

“laminated book of dreams”

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Back in the haematology department. Sitting in a packed hospital waiting room. It’s like sitting in Argos having paid for your pu...
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Tuesday, 5 March 2019

At our age, there needs to be a good reason to run – like the house is on fire or someone is firing a gun

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My two grandsons, 3 and 5 years old, were coming to stay. It would only be for two days but we had steadied ourselves, my mum and I. Lo...
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019

It’s odd posting one’s shit to someone

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On your 60 th birthday, an unusual present arrives in Northern Ireland. It is a poo kit. A bulky envelope with little windows and flap...
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Born in Canada, went to Australia for a few years, brought up in Northern Ireland, lived on Greek island for ten years.
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Born in Canada, went to Australia for a few years, brought up in Northern Ireland, lived on Greek island for ten years.
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