Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled…
Category: health
Solitudes
Solitude, I dream of expansive landscapes, crave your panoramic silence, thrill to the ideal of your boundless sanctity Solitude, you wrap me in separateness, strip
Bureaucratic Dystopia
Bureaucratic automatons privy to personal dilemmas fuss over delegated tasks – vessels sans initiative – policy makers overriding common sense, common decency paper pushers passing
Missing Lessons
No point hanging onto past – education is not preparation when illness decides to drop in neither Algebra, nor Social Science offers clues for solving
Now, A Little About Me
Poetry, the words penned on this blog, have emerged as a gift from the darkness of a debilitating disease. Three years ago, I was a
Vegas Vampire
Envision Vegas – the first time – adrenaline pumping, palms itchy, wide-eyed incredulity, and … the most unreliable, stuck-in-the-mud relative in tow, and no reservations
