Ward Fourteen - York District Hospital

This will be my last podcast for a little while - but the blog continues here.Place of smells and silenceOf faces and paperA haze of careLift The PatientThe Patient Is LiftedHandflighted into bedI can't resistLift The Patient The Patient Is LiftedSink featherlight forever into sheetsDrift into conversations with someone.In the rainTwo fat pigeons snuggle in.I perch to shit on a tea trayIn the night count drips of salineInvaded by fearMemories of blood and light.The old man in the bed next door shouts " Joanna!"At least I think it was him.