(Or: Applying The Essentialising Filter ™️ of bereavement) It is now a month since my father died. Grief came in unanticipated form, insinuating itself subtly, damply, into the walls, floors and ceilings, draped light as a sea fret over the roof tiles and filming the windows. It is as though my present and my past... Continue Reading →
Last week we gathered for my father's funeral. Though sad, still sad, it was a very happy occasion. He had asked that we lay on a party that he would've loved to be at. We certainly did that and he was greatly missed. My brother and sister both spoke at the service and I wrote... Continue Reading →
The heat keeps on, pressing my skin, the continuity is a reminder of where I was just a few days ago. Though time stretches strangely in strange times, makes it seem like I am remembering an epochal, ancient past or a current, fleeting dream. I was revisiting a place I knew well, my childhood home... Continue Reading →
It is a sad time. A time known to most of us in one way or another, of saying goodbye. It helps to think with words and pictures, and perhaps, later, to elaborate.
Nigel Unnatural lines stretch a manmade smile awkward geometry in a face that hangs like a crumpled sheet of beef A smile engineered to deflect and damn the hate that pools rheumy spoil collecting in the folds Dave he thought he thought he thought he thoughntleroy I thought…… A whiff of talc and... Continue Reading →
My grandfather died of a broken heart six weeks after my grandmother. He had not expected to live without her, instead had meticulously planned for her comfort and security on what seemed to him to be the predictable certainty of his own death from a heart attack. But cancer doesn’t like predictions. Cancer, with its... Continue Reading →