Author: Suzanne Conboy-Hill

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Not A Poem by Not A Poet

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

  The Village, Spring and Summer 2020 When the world had gone mad And things were so bad And staying at home was the new going out And life shrank to the size of a screen But if we were lucky we still saw some green in the fields and the gardens we passed when we could. Until everything stopped.   No outings, no meetings No seeing our gran, No chatting to besties or folks in the street, unless they were housemates and under our feet. Like a film that has stuck on one frame we were trapped Right here … Continue reading Not A Poem by Not A Poet

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Never mind the neuro b******s

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

You know you need this! Learning styles Left brain right brain male brain female brain brain training to stave off Alzheimer’s All of this pseudoscience is based on slivers of information blown up (usually with a picture of a brain in shot because that convinces us more than anything) and usually aimed at separating us from our money. Neuroenchantment anyone? Have a listen to Dr Ashok Jansari of Goldsmiths university London, entertainingly demolishing these myths, and expressing the occasional view about some of our politicians along the way. Continue reading Never mind the neuro b******s

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‘Bellows’

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Between publishing (or letting loose on the public) a couple of books and starting a degree in painting, I haven’t submitted much to journals or magazines. Yesterday, a new magazine appeared; a magazine for our times called Pendemic. This piece, about the imagined experience of a woman on a ventilator, was written a few years ago but has, sadly for so many, come of age. Back in the mists of time I was an Intensive Care nurse. Our patients were mostly ventilated either electively after open heart surgery, or as an emergency following some sort of mishap affecting their brain … Continue reading ‘Bellows’

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Travelling the world when you can’t leave your home due to Coronavirus lockdown

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

First off, we’re all stressed by the current situation so we need to bring ourselves down from the ceiling to help us cope a bit better. This little gif gives us a calming breathing rhythm. If you have a smart device, there are apps too – Beat Panic and Companion – that can help us manage our reactions to what’s happening. It’s scary but we’re going to get through it, right?   Now, the travelling bit. If you’re confined to home and missing going out, these train journeys, mostly from the driver’s cab and with no commentary, can take you … Continue reading Travelling the world when you can’t leave your home due to Coronavirus lockdown

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Travelling the world when you can’t leave your home due to Coronavirus lockdown

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

First off, we’re all stressed by the current situation so we need to bring ourselves down from the ceiling to help us cope a bit better. This little gif gives us a calming breathing rhythm. If you have a smart device, there are apps too – Beat Panic and Companion – that can help us manage our reactions to what’s happening. It’s scary but we’re going to get through it, right? Now, the travelling bit. If you’re confined to home and missing going out, these train journeys, mostly from the driver’s cab and with no commentary, can take you almost … Continue reading Travelling the world when you can’t leave your home due to Coronavirus lockdown

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Puddles like pillows

Suzanne Conboy-Hill

If you like your spec fic with a bit of Brit humour, this might suit: Things began disappearing round about March. Just little things – a newspaper left on a bench, or a sandwich wrapper – and not blown away or tumbled into a corner, just gone. We shrugged collectively: so rubbish vanished – was that even a problem? Then somebody caught an empty beer can in the act and started squawking about it; how it went, like, straight up in the air, man, he said. Wasted, the rest of us said, because he wore big trainers and a hoodie. … Continue reading Puddles like pillows

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