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

Informed Consent

In her fourth year at Brennan, Esther was finally granted the permission to run an ethnography unit. She had mentioned her desire to teach ethnography back when they first hired her. But her contract then had only been for ten months and she, a new, shiny, untried member of staff. Her contract had been renewed … Continue reading Informed Consent

Homebirth

Seven months pregnant my belly so stretched Red lava running up my tummy to my breasts, Constantly fighting to have you at home - Frowns at my stubbornness, hips and rude tone. A big bonny baby is safe 'they' say Where nervous old midwives can monitor all day, But faith and conviction are hard things … Continue reading Homebirth