By Lorna Edwards . . . I walk our shared paths without you, marvelling at the number of seasons we have shared. Now, the bluebells of Beltane cover the earth. I think of you and I know you are thinking of me. We notice budding oak leaf, bramble and fern, birdsong, tadpole and butterfly. The landscape is vibrant with life. […]
By Marilena Karamatsouki . . . Spot died on a Wednesday from congenital heart disease, which showed no symptoms. That morning he woke up having difficulty breathing. “I am taking him to the vet”, I told my husband over the phone. When we got there and the vet examined him, I saw his face becoming solemn. “How old is the […]
By Karin Hannes . . . Research Group SoMeTHin’K (Social, Methodological and Theoretical Innovation / Kreative), Faculty of Social Sciences, KU Leuven . . . The lockdown will continue for another four weeks, so I have heard on the radio this morning. Quarantine. I am out of my public zone. My social, methodological and theoretical innovation lab is somewhere ‘out […]
By Szymon Chrzastowski . . . The Psychological Counselling Centre of The University of Warsaw, Poland . . . “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the word Emily Dickinson I’m very busy in everyday life, dividing my time between academic duties and conducting psychotherapy. I also try to […]
By Freda McEwen . . . Chaos, fear, conspiracy and uncertainty The overwhelming chill of the unknown The fear of being attacked by the unknown The evidence overtook common sense The speculation, secrets, suspicions were more evidential than the evidence Impossible to reason with reason as there is no reason People held at ransom Imprisoned by safety and forced to […]
By Gaby Charing . . . I already have my death booked. After living for seven years with bowel cancer, I’m no longer having treatment. An end-of-life care package is a phone call away. I’m just stopped at the lights. Death doesn’t frighten me. I’m past all that. You, by contrast, weren’t expecting this. Yes, anyone can be cut down […]
By Michael McCarthy, Dublin . . . Two weeks in As the storm of micro cosmic entities hits The shores of our consciousness As a surge of feeling free From what I don’t know Makes me feel an excitement Not felt since childhood summer holidays Nothing to do And all day to do it A pandora box of unshackled imaginings […]
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