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“Why wait until you’re sick? Play the cancer card. Live right now.”
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Time Traveller by Erica Sternin
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The Grandmother comes as soon as I close my eyes. There is no “when” other than this shell that she is holding, Conch? I wonder. Abalone, oyster? No response. Wrong question. She stands on the beach, tangy green wavelets surge … Continue reading
A Safe Distance
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When I got the cancer diagnosis, with the shock of it I sort of separated from my body. It is protective, to not be too “in” your body when terrible things are happening to it.
Call Me Fierce by Erica Sternin
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Speak my Name silently, Or by removing the vowels, Leaving mostly gristle, the toughest parts. Call me She Who Heals, She Who Has Visions, One Who Laughs Aloud. Sacrifice requires toughness. A lift of the chin to expose the throat, … Continue reading
Mastectomy: Another Kind of Damage by Erica Sternin
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A canvas repeatedly slashed, A national treasure ruined beyond repair…. Some fear the repair has ruined the painting. Questions raised: why it took so long, cost so much.
Leap Day
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I’ve been asked, What will you do with the wee extra bit of time granted – this extra day ? What I know is that the dishes still need to be done, the mortgage paid, the dog walked, the … Continue reading
Left Breast by Erica Sternin
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Flaccid, professionally palpated twice a year, searching for tumors, It is stroked rhythmically, as needed, To sweep pooled lymph fluid toward a new delta. The nipple dares not responds to pleasure. With indrawn breath, it lays low, shrinking from the … Continue reading
the devious good of rescuing the suffering by Charles Bukowski
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Praise for a World Upside Down
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The Little Things by Erica Sternin
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Our library has two floors, with sixteen stairs between them. “Nothing That is Not For My Good Can Enter Here” I chant Sixteen times, pushing my golden force field past my finger tips, As I rise, nauseous, to serve the … Continue reading
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