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Archive for September 11th, 2017

Ode to Season Moribund

Departure lounge in situ; season moribund In extremis endless; expiration imminent It’s existence torrid, elements most horrid Absent sunbeams mean visage not florid.   What comes before Fall? Pride or supplemental tempestas awful? If not will both imposters bear manifestation Prior to Midas caressing frond deciduous.   Well-wishes sent to unwell season Despite unfavourable elements bestowed on your watch Sympathy from caricature at thy existential plight; not malice Black hatted […]

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My Waiting Room Buddy

As a consequence of my diminutive missus’ consultation with her oncologist today, along with follow up treatment tomorrow, another round of visits to Leeds Teaching hospitals commences today. As I write this, I’m currently in the waiting room of St James’ Bexley Wing with Karen and around a score of other patients and families. It’s a light, modern chamber with nursing staff and oncologists flitting around servicing their patients appointments. Akin to a night […]

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