Archive for September, 2011

The Waiting


She sits there, waiting, like an old man in a doctor’s surgery.   An old man who no longer feels like he is a participaint in life, whose very skin is gloved from the world by all that he has seen and all that he hasn’t done.  Trembling thighs that mark every laboured heartbeat, aching shoulders […]

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The Clinic


I first heard about the Clinic when I was in Soho.  I was alone in one of those generic bars that cling to the area like limpets on an industrial liner.  Awash on an ocean of poisonous drivel distilled from privilege and prejudice, I could feel myself sinking.   I wasn’t really listening to anything anyone […]

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