‘Frostfall Bridge’, a poem by Isabel Tyldesley
A poem in celebration of Earth Day 2020.
A personal account on how the pandemic affects those living with an invisible chronic illness.
A Festive Short Story.
It was like an elephant living inside my skull. Heavy. Too big to be there.
To see how the world had geographically and socially evolved was charming.
We see Satrapi’s transformation from a child into a young woman. We see her move to Austria, where her parents sent her for her own protection. We see monstrosities that no child should have to see.
You will feel fulfilled. Fulfilled from the connection you form with these characters. Fulfilled by your night in Tokyo.
When I tell people I have Fibromyalgia a lot of people stare blankly, or go “I’m so sorry” or, “I can’t even imagine” – sometimes it’s a combination of all three. Of course, it’s pretty difficult to understand what it’s like to have something you don’t have. I’m hoping that, after reading this, you’ll empathise somewhat.