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Fiona Vander Poorten

Fiona Vander Poorten

Thoughts at death’s door

When you are at death’s door the most miniscule things become disproportionately important. A toothbrush, a bottle of Tabasco a dress…

Aug 22, 2022

Aug 22, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

The Miracle

I. At the Princess Alexander Hospital, 2019

Aug 6, 2022

The Miracle

Aug 6, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Adult Tantrums

Do you remember when you were a child those cautionary verses about kids who were wild? They had names like Rupert and Millie, Quentin…

Aug 2, 2022

Aug 2, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Act 3 Begins Here

There’s nothing quite like a cancer diagnosis and facing premature life completion to become reflective. As I sit here in my hospital bed…

Jul 17, 2022

Jul 17, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Losing a sibling

When you lose a sibling

Jul 7, 2022

Jul 7, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Zombie musings

On the week my oldest sister was sent home to die, I became ill myself. 7 days of influenza A then became 4 weeks of kidney infection…

Jul 7, 2022

Jul 7, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

The Room mate from Hell

Most people would concur that 57 is pretty late in the piece to start sharing a home, but then most people who know me would also concur…

Jun 3, 2022

The Room mate from Hell

Jun 3, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Commuting with the dead

At the traffic lights I stare

May 16, 2022

May 16, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

ART

Art can summon all the dead sisters and the lost lovers,

May 13, 2022

ART

May 13, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Hurrah it’s the Travelling Languages Show!

Today an utterly impressive and frightening woman with the eyes of an angel, and the razor sharp wit of a she wolf, came to see me for a…

May 11, 2022

May 11, 2022

Fiona Vander Poorten

Fiona Vander Poorten

I paint, I write poetry, I teach languages, I am drunk on the ridiculous concoction of my life and its surreal blend of pain and joy

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