Author: fay
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Deliverance is local: Covid benchmarks
Our disinfected doorbell rings. Outside a smiling young man delivers a box of essentials: fresh fruit, toilet rolls, paracetamol…and just a little booze.
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The sound of loosening ice
“I’ll be mighty pissed off if I die in my last year at work,” he texted last March as Covid put paid to his plans for earlyish retirement. Perhaps my GP brother’s hands-on approach to work influenced my personal response to Gael Turnbull’s poetry.
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All will be well: songs and poems for covid-safe new year
It all went quiet and a vision appearedWith a rose in her hair and a ring in her earAnd she says “Buenos Dias boys, this looks like the place” Doors open. Lights sparkle, glasses clink, friends laugh, music plays, singers sing, dancers dance. Fear not, this Covid-safe celebration is all in the mind. Well,…
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What’s Covid-safe behaviour? Ask your hairdresser
Think positive. By coincidence, the inspirational ‘wellbeing’ word etched into my mirror is Positive which these days has negative connotations so I ask if the salon has recorded any infections since reopening in July.
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Hyperlocal signs of life: welcome to a braver new world?
Are we so caught in the headlights of pandemic panic that we dare not pause for breath to look more closely at what is happening around us
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Who can heal our crippling inequality?
After successful surgery I returned home to a genteel part of Edinburgh where people like me can expect to live 21 years longer (twenty one years longer, let that sink in) than people in the neighbourhoods my husband and passed on our short journey to and from the hospital.
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Don’t let big tech Captain Hook grab lockdown loot
In our new Neverland big tech Captain Hook grows ever richer while lost boys and girls of performing arts struggle to survive.
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Schools ahead of their time – and ours
What would teachers, pupils or parents of 1896 make of the state we are in now?
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We’re all islanders in a pandemic
In retrospect it all seems eerily prophetic. Those faces framed in small screens, their distant voices interconnecting in the ether. Yet for Giles Perring it’s something much simpler and more profound than Zoom
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Poetry and song for a pandemic
Look up. Only look up. The night sky framed in my window is an escape from lockdown. Into darkness or light?
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Freedom to speak – and listen with undivided attention
Despite disagreeing, it felt like we had made a genuine human connection. A rare experience, social media makes it too easy for us to stay in our comfort zones, divided, agitated and enraged.