Nothing prepares you No Heart Sounds The woman in the nursing home, your first. Sat in her chair, nightgown bunched around her knees. Leaning to the left, the lack of response when you called her name. […]
She said she wanted to go there. The Dissection Room at Newcastle Med School. So I pulled some strings, and read her the rules. “Sensible shoes?” she said. “Yes Mother. Plus clothes you don’t mind ruined. Fixers, they don’t wash […]
Eliot North presents poems from London visit, 27-29 January 2014 Extraordinary writing from Eliot North! The Evelyn Tables Dead bodies splayed, dissect to instruct. Engrained into knots; Italian pine. Spinal cord draped, melted branches. Soft varnished hard; invisible ink. Arteries […]