Scars

You died on Friday  on the day we were meant to go to Spain. Instead of sun and vitamin d, I sat in crushing pain, Repeatedly asking Why? Why? Why? over and over again.   Textbook grief: I did it all, those ‘stages’ every one, And all it really made me do was want to … Continue reading Scars

Complicit

You say ‘I’m sick, I cannot work,’ I say ‘Go take a nap.’ Your illness makes you howl and weep, My fingers itch to slap Your ravaged, ruined, stricken face. I don’t have any time for this, I’ve far too much to do, How can I help you manage what your sickness makes you do? … Continue reading Complicit

Lipstick

Grey mornings,Damp windows,A cold house full of sleeping people.Your face is tired, full of lines and folds,It’s not a face made for growing old.All the serums and creams cannot turn back Time,Feminism tells you, ageing's not a crime.Theoretically that’s true,Practically such shit:If you walked around naked, you’d look a right tit.Those tits once so firm … Continue reading Lipstick

Collaborative Writing: Part Two

 Esther was pleased. The second year of running her ethnography unit was going well. True, a 9 am start was less than desirable and a number of students always arrived late, bleary-eyed and sleepy. Overall though the students were engaged, the mixture of fieldwork, readings and discussion was progressing smoothly and the challenges around ethics … Continue reading Collaborative Writing: Part Two

Collaborative Writing: Part One

Libby and Rachel met on the Ethnography unit. Rachel was studying Theology with Sociology and Libby single honours Sociology. They chose the unit for different reasons: Rachel because she wanted some empirical research experience and Libby because Esther was teaching it. Esther could have been teaching the history of toilets and sanitation and Libby would … Continue reading Collaborative Writing: Part One