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Hospital Corridors

Some people like airports and railway stations and shopping malls and art galleries. Some people don’t like hospitals. I do. I love them. All of them. Old ones, new ones, empty ones, full ones. I see curing, healing, surviving. I … Continue reading

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Talus

When G moved in many years ago, the wooden shelf above the old Metters cooker held a handful of my special objects. I am not sentimental and I don’t keep stuff. He took over the shelf and it became his … Continue reading

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The Days before Day One of Dying

As I take my position by my mother’s nursing home bedside this is what I write in my journal; Day One of Dying. I suspect I am thinking her death will be more drawn out than it is. How many … Continue reading

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Operating Theatre

I am in holding zone awaiting my surgical procedure. My surgeon comes past to tell me there is a slight delay. There is a back log in recovery. We women in our forties are lined up to be spread apart … Continue reading

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This Knife Ain’t Sharp Enough

My Dad is back in the hospital. His remaining penis is like a bloated poorly-cooked pork sausage. I am reminded of a neighbour beyond the pickets whose favourite children’s party game was called pork sausage. The children would be in … Continue reading

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Days with my Father

I had trouble with jobbies, he says. Even now as a woman in my late forties, my father using this word irks me. But there are no good words for it. Not my mother’s favoured expression inquiring about the opening … Continue reading

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