Mark Richardson

Biography

I am a Father, husband and lover of life who embraces all modes of being as valuable for growth and expression. In 2014 I suffered a inter-cranial haemorrhage which caused me to fit uncontrollably, nearly killing me. I had to be induced into a coma to protect my brain from the fitting as the bleed had come from a type of vascular malformation called a Cavernoma. This experience has changed my life forever bringing me new boundaries and challenges physically, emotionally and mentally. I am on a journey of rehabilitation and writing is my simple way of finding a creative outlet which challenges me neurologically and emotionally.

Samples

Grandfather Now then that's enough of that then. No tears my son, for they never bring a remedy. Tell me what troubles you? You've gone to rest, Grandfather the loss is too much for me. My son I'm here! My counsel will forever be, close your eyes and heed my voice. where do I find you? Listen to Mendelssohn's violin concerto, Cheer on my Bhoy's in hoops of green, Make your proletarian mark on the ballot box, Read the golden treasury. Concentrate your mind you'll find you've made a place for me, it's made all the better for my presence! Confide in me, I'll keep your secrets, You know my advice it rests in you. So be a man an' a' that, Celebrate our blessed divinity, Raise a glass o' my favourite whisky, For while my kin lives so does a part of me. I'll call again Grandfather, I know you will son. I'll be in my chair waiting, you know where I am. I'm always here for you.

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