Queer poet & essayist. She/her. Published @DearDamsels @tokenmagazine @ekphrasticrev @wildwomenpress @huffpostuk @TheMightySite etc. I tweet a tiny poem daily.
@BACP Already two therapists, Billy Smith and Lucy Anderson have changed their wording upon prompting. That’s a double-edged sword. It raises the question - will it change their practice, or just their advertising? How can M.E. clients be sure they have a safe therapist?
This stuff is rife. I’ve done a quick search on BACP site. So many. Lucy Adamson, @BACP member. Claims to treat ME by ‘looking at individual’s history and unblocking unresolved issues’. @MEAssociation@MEActNetUK@actionforme
Today I’m saying my last goodbyes to a friend. Sometimes we do all we can, and it’s not enough. Sometimes we can only do small things, and they mean everything.
Mightily unimpressed with @sykescottages Booked one tonight and after a 6.5 hour drive, found the keys missing. No-one answered the ‘emergency’ phone number or replied to the 24hour web chat. Now £150 down in last minute accommodation. Never using them again!!
Reading the poem in the tweet below reminded me: I used to write poetry. A micro poem every day, for example. So I tried again. This is about the wonder of reading:
I have been elsewhere,
lived a lifetime in strange skin.
I lift my eyes: gone.
One of my favourite things about facilitating workshops is that I get to share my favourite poems. Today, I shared this one by Tania Hershman, from her Nine Arches collection Still Life With Octopus 🐙
Love this poem by Linda Pastan, originally published in Poetry magazine in September 1981. (It also appears in her 1982 Norton volume, AM/PM: New and Selected.)