Issue 73

"I was lucky to miss the txts and facebook messages until the end of Friday's teaching - 'Dad died this morning 8 am.' I certainly wouldn't have enjoyed trying to keep it together in front of an audience of students. As it was, I found out as I walked across campus. I then rushed to secret myself away in a private room, my panicked breathing eventually giving way to tears. Once I'd pulled myself together, I mapped a discreet route to my pushbike, hoping I could get there without bumping into any smiling waving colleagues or students." Writing and drawing. Photocopy and Risograph. The Grief Issue. A5 Photocopy and Risograph print on recycled paper stock. June 2020