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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days



He calls it working on a bomb in the middle of the North Sea


Doesn’t see much daylight. Doesn't eat well. Hot beds.


We don’t talk about the helicopter.


The twelve-hour shifts grow fatter on his insomnia and he comes home


Running on empty


Six or seven pounds lighter, a shade or two paler.


It’s not an old man’s game, he says.


Ride the gravy train while you can.


It’s not his passion, but it pays well.


And he has to slot in and out of our real life


Two weeks on: two weeks off.




Two On/ Two Off