Our Today's writer Siggy Buckley.
Small introduction of yourself:
An Ex (Ex Farmer’s Wife, Ex Dating guru/matchmaker) now happy wife & writer.
1.
What you write?
Creative non-fiction
(memoir) while also contributing to political online sites like www.opednews.com and www.Americanchronicle.com
for several years; blogs on travel & all matters green. Somehow I lack the imagination to write thrillers or
paranormal stuff.
2. Why you write?
To get things off my chest;
share experiences and give advice to readers interested in the topics I write
about hoping to entertain readers. I’m very much engaged with social,
political, feminist and environmental issues.
3. For whom you write?
Female mature audience who may share life
experiences I went through like a divorce and who are looking for a new chance
at love and happiness. Also for people interested in Ireland and environmental
issues.
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By whom you inspired?
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You can Share you current writing (Any
small Story/Poem) or Tell your Future plan About writing?
"I once had a farm in Ireland-
An Organic Life Story." is almost finished and just being edited. Again, it's a work
of creative non-fiction and deals with my previous life of emigrating from a
professional life in Germany to creating an organic farm in Ireland. It offers
plenty of advice on how to pluck chickens or geese, nurse weak lambs, groom
sheep (shearing & clipping their toenails).Ah, and the home brew: making
wine out of elderberries or rhubarb! Yum!
Soon out as :www.IOncehadaFarminIreland.blogspot.com
Here’s my one and only poem based on a recent medical
experience:
The
K- Hole
Scared out of my mind
Heart thumping
Chilled to the bone under layers of blankets
In my surgical gown and silly cap
I wait to be knocked out by Ketamine better known as a
horse tranquillizer
Sent to ‘a happy place’
A medically induced coma to interrupt incessantly firing
nerves that cause migraines on end
Shutting down continuous pain signals that have outgrown
their usefulness
But keep creating havoc and agony.
I of little faith am afraid.
One minute I was there
The other I’m disintegrating
Reduced to a molecule, an eye
Flung into a white room square and empty.
Space Odyssey without the music
Residual Me is propelled forward
Hurled into corners of bright nothingness.
My frontal cortex is dissociated from my body
No hands to hold on to safety, no legs to stem the fall
Catapulted down a slide
Another white
chamber with infinite boundaries
Unlike the mystical bright light at the end of a tunnel.
Is this dying?
No peace and calm but
Howling with pain and fear
Real sensations override where oblivion should rule.
Resurfacing from the vortex I get a grip
Of my doctor’s hand
Regaining consciousness – the pain never went away
Keeps torturing me
Costlier than an acid trip, but FDA approved
Another hope shattered
Leaving a memory where there should be none.
A
recent experience of a ‘Ketamine intervention’ triggered off this poem. This
procedure sends the patient into an artificial coma; used primarily on burn
victims, it makes the pain bearable that accompanies the changing of their
bandages. For them it’s proven to work.
It is now tried also on chronic pain patients diagnosed with a centrally
mediated pain syndrome where pain signal- sending nerves are out of whack and
make life a torture. It was an attempt by highly trained pain management
experts to interrupt my pain cycle and reset the brain to normal.
Coincidentally,
my daughter informed me that such trips are not unusual among party revelers
and known as the ‘K- Hole.’ Hence the name.
© 9-13-12
Siggy Buckley
My books:
Available on Kindle,
soon to be put as paperback too.
Here’s the originalstory on Amazon for only $0.99─
without the dating tips addendum:
Your website: http://www.NextTimeLucky.com
My Amazon page (in need of serious updating) AMZN
www.SiggyBuckley.blogspot.com called Siggys Omnibus because it gives an
overview of all of my (6-7?) websites.
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