Profile: Andy N
						
							
						
						Andy N is the author of 6 full length poetry collections, the most recent being 'Haiku of life' and co-runs Chorlton's always welcoming Spoken Word Open Mic 'Speak Easy'.
						He does ambient music under the name of Ocean in a Bottle and has a regular column on the Sunday Tribune.
						He runs/co-runs Podcast series such as Spoken Label, Reading in Bed, Comics Unity, Koll, Andy and Amanda and Wrestle Up. 
					
Single ticket to Dyspraxia
							You broke down during your answer
												after a lifetime of not realising what it was
												stating ‘if there’s something to fall over
												or something to break
												or something to burn myself on
												or cut myself on I will do it’
												
												I was 28
												barely into my first year 
												at University 
												and was wondering 
												how was I going to cope
												when things got more difficult.
												
												You said you were not diagnosed until 40
												describing your brain
												like a filing cabinet
												jammed in a drawer sometimes
												and you cannot pull out
												the file you need. 
												
												I was 29
												post-scripting my degree
												on a single ticket to nowhere
												bobbing up for air
												every now and then
												when you said I had a problem.
												
												You described your brain 
												when they asked how it impacted you
												throughout your childhood as
												“a monkey clanging cymbals
												whenever I am trying to have a sensible thought
												and always niggling in the background”
												
												Dyspraxia you told me at 30
												I had Dyspraxia 
												after tripping up on her front door
												severing my past to the present 
												hidden emotions 
												just underneath the edge of the page 
												
												Dyspraxia I told myself
												in the dead of sunset
												on the bus heading home
												placing myself in the flames of guilt
												waking in the moonlight
												celestial with emptiness.