P/o/EM

I wrote the poem below twelve days ago now. People with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) will recognise the play on a familiar term we use in my title – PEM, which is short for Post-Exertional Malaise. This is a time when M.E. symptoms intensify – the feeling of having no energy, heavy limbs, exhaustion and depletion,Continue reading “P/o/EM”

The place where words don’t work

“The place where words don’t work” This powerful line is one of many exquisite literary morsels that I uncovered in Donna Tartt’s novel The Goldfinch. This particular phrase, a good hundred pages in, was one I particularly savoured, even with its ironic bitter aftertaste. A place where words don’t work. Why would someone who worksContinue reading “The place where words don’t work”