Since my time on the South Bank last week, I’ve been thinking – Why should a company bother to train employees in mental health, and mental health first aid in particular? There’s an excellent report and toolkit from Business in
Blog – Friday 22nd July 2016
Last week on 17th July, after the attempted coup on President Erdogan, the New Yorker published an article, written by Eric Schlosser, on H bombs in Turkey. The premise of the article was to ask ‘How secure are the American
Blog – Friday 15th July 2016
On Friday morning, the alarm clock radio woke us to the horror of the night before – a lorry crashing through crowds in Nice – 84 dead, 50 critically injured, many of them children. The driver deliberately swerving to hit
Houdini’s Wife – by Amy Schreibman Walter
He didn’t try to make you disappear or hide you away – boxed, bikinied. The others emerged from wooden chests, dark places. Like butterflies, but dusty. He didn’t try to make you disappear – his departures were enough. The others
Blog – Friday 8th July 2016
Be seated. Balance. Right foot for support. Rotate the right hand sixty degrees, press with the right thumb, clench the left fist, flick down the left toes, twist the right wrist, release the left fist, twist the right wrist more,
Continuity – by Marie Barrett
Delving in his garden High up on the North Downs My father came upon a strange stone, Shiny, sandy-coloured with darker lines Running through it. Seventy million years ago the geologists reckoned This stone was laid down upon the sea’s
In A Blue Moon – by Ted Walter
Glass a yet silent, milk bottles, poised above concrete, suspend my evening ritual as tall, slow-striding Orion gathers momentum, hurdling rooftops. His bright constellation dwindles beyond shadow; the wings of my childhood folding, unfolding, lifting through dewfall. Beyond the bright
Ted Walter
Blog – Friday 1st July 2016
07:30 the end of two minute’s silence in commemoration of the battle of the Somme, one hundred years ago today. Watching on silent TV in the waiting room of the fracture clinic at the hospital. Every ailment here quite evident:
Playing birdsong for grandad – by Steve Walter
The window to the ward is ajar, there is a slight breeze he is barely awake but he knows we are there, and all we have to do is open the card – so the blackbird sings – and he
Smart for four – by Steve Walter
I still drive grandad’s car, son, 70,000 miles on the clock and I cry every morning as I take the driving seat and turn the ignition.
Blue Jacket – by Steve Walter
And now she reads to me from the book I bought her: Beatrix Potter, Peter Rabbit. She is eighty-seven And I am fifty-six.