Tag Archives: death

Hospital, My Father, and the Right to Grieve

Posted on April 18, 2021 by Sheila N

As I write this. the local blackbird is singing its heart out. It’s around 05:30 am. The sun will be rising as I’m writing this . on a mental health hospital ward, again. I’m a bit ashamed to say that … Continue reading →

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Dead Men’s Chair

Posted on November 27, 2020 by Sheila N

The chair in front of the desk has two pieces of clothing on it. One is an orange jacket: plain; fairly big; in relatively good condition. The other is green and white; small(er); patterned with lines of x’s, and quite … Continue reading →

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Oh Very Young: a Blog for Mother’s Day

Posted on May 5, 2016 by Sheila N

“Oh very young / what we leave at this time / we’re only dancing on this earth for a short while …” – Cat Stevens, “Oh Very Young” Hi, Mom. It’s nearly Mother’s Day. This year’s song is by Cat … Continue reading →

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It is Margaret We Mourn for: a Poetic Blog

Posted on January 17, 2016 by Sheila N

“Margaret are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves like the things of man, You, with your fresh thoughts care for, can you?“ “Spring and Fall“, Gerard Manley Hopkins (1880) As a morbid adolescent, I fell in love with this poem … Continue reading →

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Death & Resilience in Wolverhampton

Posted on June 29, 2015 by Sheila N

Warnings: Whinging, alleged morbidness, and a grey squirrel: the most foul-mouthed of North American creatures. “It is the supple tree which bends in the gale, while the one that is stiff and rigid either snaps or is pulled up by … Continue reading →

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