A poem by Paul Bavister
Physio Climbing the hill to work got harder. The damp air made me cough to a stop and within hours I was wired up in hospital. My ribs locked. Two years later I was on the physio’s couch attracting a crowd of students. ‘This condition is normally seen in pregnant women.’ I felt like I was being pulled apart like a stewed chicken. Fingers … Continue reading A poem by Paul Bavister