When your computer croaks, there’s only one thing to do

So much of our lives (and loves) are stored in virtual space, writes poet and artist Frieda Hughes – when things go wrong and we are shut out from our electronic selves, what is left to mourn?

The computer heartbeat will not ignite its brain/ Instead, I want to share with you the photograph I took/ On my morning dog walk, of a female frog.../ Her tiny lover clinging to her back like a carbuncle (Frieda Hughes)

MY COMPUTER CRASHED

I don’t want to show you an image

Of my desktop computer, the black slab sides