Cancer. The fear reverberates, ping-pongs through our community – seniors with hope, fresh start desire after years of toil, children, woes we congregate, create –
Category: health
March Madness
Winds picked up yesterday, gathering grey. Cold seeped in through the windowsills, and we set the furnace on high. Forecast for today is just above
What Scars Remain?
Should I escape these shackles, manage to re-surface, swim despite this weakened condition against the currents of disability, find myself once again on the solid
Oh Woe, Oh Why?
Why must I suffer acne still? What trick of fate, whose wily will? I am too far over the hill, refuse to take a teenage
The Last Train (Sonnet)
We wait at the station, Mother and I, one final stop for her – painless she prays; I linger at bedside – prolonged goodbye –
Desert
Take me to the desert with mountains at our side, walk with me in shadows, let nature be our guide We’ll stroll amongst the cacti,
