Endings, beginnings …

A few months ago, I was driving to see a client, and as I always do when I'm on the Inner City Bypass, I quickly looked to my left where the Royal Children's Hospital is. Or I should say, was. When I'd finished my shift, I drove back to the Royal, parked my car and got as … Continue reading Endings, beginnings …

Happy Birthday, M

For M.E.B We became another death (the fulfilment of my internship). Like a false syncope, my grief would not let me claim you. You came to me with bleeding gums and a dent in your jaw, your broken gait like a barber cutting through walls of plasticine with blunt scissors. Bruised pride; your face a field of … Continue reading Happy Birthday, M