We have cared for one of our grandson’s for 15 years. We finally thought things were looking up for him – BUT.  -today all that collapsed in a dreadful mess.  Funding that has helped him in the last 12 months to find his feet and begin to make a real life for himself has just been slashed!

Even money – totally inadequate as it was – that allowed us to get him to the bus has been discontinued.



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Does the theme of disconnection speak to you? Some of my poetry is very bleak – but it speaks my truth.

Out of Phase

It’s not my territory
And I feel the outer circle
The edge between the in and out.

I sit,

while inner-tension builds

I’m strangely out of phase,

Distortion-pedalled, yet
disconnected to the energy
that flows, and fills the room
with sound.

I slowly fade into the in-between
I take the space
Beyond the in. I’m out

I find
– the nowhere land
where isolation rules –

and think of nothing

but where to put
my hands
and look
my eyes

and how to be
so still
no air

The outer circle,
The nowhere land

The edge alone

Copyright Jean Law   1990-2017