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Diagnosis

Three or four bottles into the evening,post-theatre supper with old friends,the kind you don’t meet up with oftenbut, when you do, it’s like you saw themyesterday: and you’ve done politics, the kids, the state of the planet, hadsome hilarity, some banter after all...

Named for the Tree

Ever squeamish I’ve stepped outside my comfort zone,beyond the relief we have to feel. The end of pain.Her long life, lived full. But this day, this   ritual is my first. No body. No fuss. An empty box. We remember,without her, the way she folded, blended,...