“A sense of loneliness and frustration.I feel I have lost control of my own life.”?? ?????? ????? ????? ?? ???????? ???????? ?? ????? ???? ??? ???? ?????? ????? ?????? ??? ???? ????? ?????? ?????? ????? ?? ??? ?????? ?????? ????? ????? ???, ?? ?? ???? ????????? ???? ???? ???? ????? ??????? ?????? ????, ????? ????,…
What do you remember?The disorientation? That sense a tidal wavewas coming in slow motion? The thumping restless grainof nights no one could sleep, when each breath tried to washyou back from some dark sea? Were you very lonely,your mother in a fortress; too much time to think,screaming, shut down, listless? Perhaps you heard that bleepingmonitor…
Dunida afarteeda cidhifDhowaan cudurkii ku fidayMuxuu cidhib xumo ka tegay Muxuu cabsi baday arladaMaxaa laga caagay nabadCidhiidhi maxaa la galay Masiibadu waa cibreeDadkoo qabay caafimaadCibaaro kolkay dul timiMuxuu samihii car jabay Cirroole awood darraaKolkii caabuqani ku dhacayMuxuu cabbudhkii xarbiyay! Maxaa cisi ruux lahaaCalaamadihii jirradaKolkii laga helay ciyoonMaxaa la cidleeyay keli! Caa’ilo aan wada jeclaynMarkuu cudurkani…
Quotes are verbatim, from the survey of those being vaccinated at the Institute. People have been coming here, to receive the vaccinationand have expressed their feelings and divulgedtheir situationto be made into our poems, for the public observation. What has been worst about this time and what, perhaps the best?Some reveal the sadness of the…
I didn’t expect to be nervous. In the morning, light shone through the coloured glass.I was nervous, but happy. After losing auntie, after losing my best friend, I said please don’t point your temperature gun at my head. We watched the news. We worked 84 hours a week and only received a rainbow badge. He lost his work overnight. Never ending screen time. I’ve not danced with anyone in a year. My daughter was born. I got to…
Awel horuu nagu dhacay cudurkuu, oodda nagu rogayeKedis buu ahaa isbeddelkuu, iyo lama filaaneAlla muxuu na oof jabiyey oo, aakhiro noo jeediyey Abaaroow guriga gegida haddaa, argagax taalaayeKala seegtay hooyo iyo ilmo, aqalku waa yaabeDunidiyo arliga baa rogan waa, xaal aduuneed’e Maxaa ab iyo tagay hooyo iyo, odayo waaweeyne Maxaa dhalin agoomoobay iyo, cunug ababin weliyeMaxaa…
It’s like I’m back in the flat again – its walls, sun-licked and sand-swept the smell of baby powder and wet wipes. Mum asks us to wash our hands and shed the outside before we crossthe threshold of her bedroom to hold my baby sister. Dayspour into nights, the din of trafficand azaan is all I know of…
Part of “A drop of hope”, a collection of poetry inspired by the words of those who have been vaccinated at the Francis Crick Institute, the reflections of vaccination volunteers, and the experiences of local communities
Part of “A drop of hope”, a collection of poetry inspired by the words of those who have been vaccinated at the Francis Crick Institute, the reflections of vaccination volunteers, and the experiences of local communities
Part of “A drop of hope”, a collection of poetry inspired by the words of those who have been vaccinated at the Francis Crick Institute, the reflections of vaccination volunteers, and the experiences of local communities
Part of “A drop of hope”, a collection of poetry inspired by the words of those who have been vaccinated at the Francis Crick Institute, the reflections of vaccination volunteers, and the experiences of local communities
Twelve virtual poets-in-residence write poems reflecting on the impact of the vaccination program, and the shifts and changes we’ve all gone through in the past year.