That day, crossing the parking lot, raven swooped past, snake in clasp – I took it as a sign, hurried my steps. The ward nurse
Category: health
Stench
Dank, this current state, mildew and rotten fruit, the stench of redundancy – crave the petrichor of hope, the aroma of fresh soil singing praises
The Toll
Am not the woman my children once called Mother – can see the disappointment in their anger-blotched expressions, feel the constraint in their voices –
Duelling Personas
Outward facing – contrived effort – composure checked, face appropriately presented. I turn away – internal chaos clouding – lacking resources for social banter Wolves
Needing a Sign
Restlessness accompanies me on the sojourn today – unfazed by ripe red belly of robin, or shimmering emerald of breeding merganser’s crown. My lens seeks
Discord
Does illness have a voice, and if so; is it melancholy, or dark and dank, divulging deepest despair, or revealing a vileness of nature? Discord
