Writing is a form of infanticide of the self, best attempted through a pair of prankster lens glasses, enabling neurotic butterfly-catching & a party of the mind.
I am (amongst other things) an ashamed physician & a hopeful mother. I write & sometimes it is published.
Join me in attempting poetry (see Blog posts). My head is mostly a sky of lavender & viewed from a constellation of all the high-rises (#solidarity) in poverty London. There are moments of focus on objects in the bin & objects in the sky & the rest is free fall.