Choose Rest

Choose rest. Choose getting sick. Choose a lifetime’s illness. Choose having to ask your family for help to survive. Choose a fucking big chasm between your life and the abled world. Choose walking sticks, wheelchairs, shower stools and heart rate monitors. Choose bad health, a shite immune system and minimal sickness benefits. Choose ever increasing […]

Anti-heroes / heroes

Last week an online Open Book group was reading from Nick Makoha’s new poem collection, The New Carthaginians – which according to one review, has: ‘a trio of characters – the Poet, a Black Icarus, a resurrected Jean-Michel Basquiat – embarking on a hero’s odyssey… gathering the symbols of a new mythos’.  It made me think […]

To Tollcross for the first time in 2 years

Drove the car to the garage in Tollcross today for its MOT and service, and walked home. It’s about 1.4 km away: I walked very slowly, stopping twice to sit and rest for 10 minutes or so. Last year I was too sick to do this myself; I had to ask K to take it for […]