at the window aching for outside sick friends online getting sicker purple heart emoji exhaustion burning up the body dawn i give dad the bitter salad left on my plate handled everyday made smooth grief december rain i’m missing so much of myself About the author:
Sol Howard is a chronically ill trans writer. They have been bedbound with severe ME/CFS for two years. They have plans for lots of novels and short stories about queer people surviving and thriving, but due to illness they currently struggle to write anything else than short form poetry.
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This is me: A blood-damaged eye, Inguinal hernias, Deaf in one ear, An arthritic knee, An electronic heart. So, I cannot see, hear, walk Or breathe well, And this is every day. Yet the thoughts are stronger, My pasts become longer, There is nowhere to go But the future. Thence, who knows what I will be. In the meanwhile. there are many who care. But this is my eighty-first year – And what is my way Is an uncertain fear Of today. About the author:
Rob Lowe feels somehow surprised and grateful to have reached eighty, and to be happy sharing a home in Milton Keynes (U.K.) with an epidemiologist niece who also acts as his carer. He has been writing therapeutically for much of his life, but submitting work for publication only during the last six years, with some success, after early discouragements. Dwell Time, a mental health/literary/arts magazine, has accepted pieces, as have Seventh Quarry, Aromatica Poetica, Disability Arts Cymru, and other sympathetic print and online journals. Kat and me leg it for the last bus drunk as a pair of skunks it’s brass monkeys out the sky lit up bright with pub lights we’ve supped in them all drink after drink after drink The Mucky Duck Coach & Eight The King’s Head The Mill People spill out onto the pavement head for the only take-away in town where last week Ryan Bridgewater was stabbed fell through the shop window Kat and me have missed the bus ran out of steam money and fags we hitch a ride with a group of lads I left town never looked back Kat stayed had a bairn at fifteen Later she meets my uncle at Rehab He gives me Kat’s number says ring her I don’t call What can I say? Sorry we got into that car Sorry I left you behind Not sorry I got away About the author:
Rachel Burns is a writer living with disability and chronic illness. She lives on the outskirts of Durham, England. Her debut poetry pamphlet, A Girl in a Blue Dress, is published by Vane Women Press. She is published in literary magazines including Butcher Dog, Mslexia, The Rialto, The Moth, and Magma Poetry. Rachel was shortlisted in the 2017 Keats-Shelley Prize, came second in The Julian Lennon Prize For Poetry 2021, and was longlisted in The National Poetry competition 2021. |
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