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Me’n a little boy had a nice long chit chat the other evening at the library. Eventually he rolled up his pant leg and thrust his knee as high as he could, “I fell down,” he crowed. There was … Continue reading
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Me’n a little boy had a nice long chit chat the other evening at the library. Eventually he rolled up his pant leg and thrust his knee as high as he could, “I fell down,” he crowed. There was … Continue reading
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He cooked for me. Every day of cancer treatment. The fridge was full of tasty, nutritious soups and quinoa salad stored in glass (we’d thrown out all plastic within a month of diagnosis, along with the Teflon coated cookware) containers. … Continue reading
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Boarded door, tumbling steps, “Do not enter here.” A life in ruins, one rusted link above another, The porch swing crookedly faces verdant meadows. Juicy grasses pulse there, Succulent as ever. Standing on the cracked porch, This vitreous moment Flickers once, … Continue reading
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear
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It seems you love this world very much. “Yes, I said. “This beautiful world.” And you don’t mind the mind, that keeps you busy all the time with its dark and bright wonderings? “No, I’m quite used to it. Busy, … Continue reading
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For fifty-four years I’ve maintained residence In this, my meat body. Flank and rump,
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In honor of “breast cancer awareness” month The wagons are circled, Twenty-six chemo chairs. We face the walls And contemplate mortality.
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Remember when the wolf crossed his big hairy leg and leered, “come hither little wren” and meekly you did?
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Running Into Love I was bald and sweating and panicked the day that I ran into love. Her name was, aptly, Angela, and she worked as the ground floor receptionist to the Radiology department at the Cancer Center. I would … Continue reading