Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Coronavirus

  • Being Unwell Makes Me Sick

    Being Unwell Makes Me Sick

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    rak
    in

    COVID Is Making Me Bats down on feeling down tired of being tired all day sick of being sick

  • The Freedom Of The City

    The Freedom Of The City

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    by

    rak
    in

    They’ll Never Take My Freedom a new old city new to me, old to the world old freedoms renewed Forever Edinburgh

  • Deviant Variant

    Deviant Variant

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    rak
    in

    Deviant Variant a new variant a deviant mutation same old déjà vu

  • The Restless Mind

    The Restless Mind

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    by

    rak
    in

    This you cannot cage. No lockdown can contain it: Imagination.

  • Break Something

    Break Something

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    rak
    in

    Each day like the last Like the next, like all others We must break something

  • The Kiss Of Death

    The Kiss Of Death

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    by

    rak
    in

    This ludicrous life is most easily ended with a simple kiss

  • The New Normal

    The New Normal

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    rak
    in

    I’ve been thinking about what life will look like ‘afterwards’, the thing people are calling the New Normal. Wouldn’t it be good if this New way was better than the Old way? What made me wonder about this was a lockdown re-reading of one of my all time favourite books. John Steinbeck wrote many wonderful…

  • A Sea Of Troubles

    A Sea Of Troubles

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    by

    rak
    in

    Adrift upon a sea of troubles, where all the bad things seem to double, but raise your head and look around, look at the sea above the ground, the bright blue, cloudless, jetless skies, the sun so bright it fills your eyes; breathe, and smell the grass so green, and see the blooming cherry trees;…

  • The Coughing Dodgers

    The Coughing Dodgers

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    rak
    in

    They always were the dying breed, these older souls, they’ve always been here just for now but not for long, and very soon they will be gone, though sooner now for some old codgers, the sickly ones, the coughing dodgers, the ones whose race is almost run, whose final song will soon be sung. They’re…

  • Killing Time

    Killing Time

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    by

    rak
    in

    Locked down together. For just a moment alone I could kill someone.

  • Get Ready For The Future

    Get Ready For The Future

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    by

    rak
    in

    These are such interesting times. In a few weeks, the world will start to emerge from the lockdown imposed in response to this first outbreak of the global coronavirus pandemic. This is what might happen. In a few weeks, we will see the beginning of the end of cash. People will have become used to…

  • This Is The Thing

    This Is The Thing

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    rak
    in

    This thing has a sound. It is the sound of distance: of unseen tyres of unknown trucks rolling on a near-distant road; of half-heard words spoken in gardens by close strangers that we know; of listened-to whispers of winds in trees that we hear for the first time in a long time, for our own…

  • National HeroeS

    National HeroeS

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    rak
    in

    For each one of us our National HeroeS fight and risk their own lives

  • Life Still Goes On

    Life Still Goes On

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    by

    rak
    in

    But life still goes on. The swallows will all return with the May blossom.

  • I Am Untouchable

    I Am Untouchable

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    by

    rak
    in

    Looking at my hands, fingers, wondering at all the things that linger there. These hands have touched so much, held on and let go, and now I know that they may hold the end of those I love. So I will pray, though not to God. My hands will meet just as they should, in…