They were walking to the pub when The Dark One suggested howling at the moon. Laughing, they arched their necks and howled. Later, when three of them were leaving, they howled a Goodbye and The Rebellious One (smoke trailing from her cigarette), howled in response. Silently they climbed the hill, breath steaming in the cold … Continue reading The Pack
Category: Prose
One Wish
Dear Father Christmas, a.k.a. Santa, All I really want for Christmas is an end to: Global warming Environmental destruction Exploitative labour practices White supremacist capitalism Corporate digital surveillance Mass incarceration Domestic violence Genocide Patriarchy Poverty Classism Racism Sexism Sectarianism Ageism Ableism Homophobia Transphobia Xenophobia As all of these issues are clearly beyond your power … Continue reading One Wish
One
A year ago today I started this blog. I had no idea what I was doing or indeed what this blog would be about. I started in prose and wrote about Esther’s challenges and (small) triumphs working within higher education in the UK. These accounts are largely autobiographical, with nods to anonymity through pseudonyms of … Continue reading One
Bridging The Gap
Somehow, almost without realising it, a year had passed since Esther left Brennan. In the first six months, Esther applied for numerous research jobs, received countless rejections and battled her total inertia and disinterest in writing academic articles based on fieldwork from a million years ago. On a whim she took up writing poetry. Rhyming … Continue reading Bridging The Gap
Waiting
I have lost so many hours of my life to waiting. Waiting for people and parcels. Waiting for emails and letters. Waiting in queues. Waiting at traffic lights. Waiting for delayed trains and planes and buses. Waiting for results. Waiting for appointments. Waiting for the day to end. Waiting for sleep to arrive. Waiting for … Continue reading Waiting
Barefoot Sociologist 