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A Dream of the Universe

A Dream of the Universe

I dreamed the other night of a country which stood as a symbol for the whole Universe, a common enough picture. Imagine, if you will the most beautiful landscape you know. Mine might have been the Yorkshire Dales, or maybe the green hills of the borderlands between...
The Kindness of Strangers

The Kindness of Strangers

I thought of calling this – in the style of old fashioned writings – “In which I have a breakdown and fail my Final Examinations” but that sounds a little sad. My memories of medical school were mostly happy – even happy-go-lucky. Blood? Yes – plenty of that, both...
A Poem: Written From the Heart

A Poem: Written From the Heart

The heart is a pumpthey told us at the school of medicineback when I was youngit has four chamberseach with its own and separate taskto circulate the bloodall eight pints or more of viscous fluidthen there’s all the tubesthey saidthey are containers tooit would all...