24 hours...

I am
the author
of
dreams and wishes.
truths and lies.
fairy tales.
nightmare renditions.
original visions.
simplified versions
of
all day
every night.

911 on speed dial...

Had to call the EMTs yesterday for Carol.
She had a chemo treatment Tuesday. Been rough ever since.
She's fallen 2-3 times, close to passing out.
Appetite is almost non-existant. Losing weight.

The hospital is doing rigorous rounds of tests.
No definitive results so far.

I think they need to go with a different chemo treatment
but, what do I know? 

Yes, you do...

listen
to yourself.
you talk
in poetry.

I think they'd have to give this up for Lent...

 

Happy Sunday, World!...

It's snowing
but it's melting, too.
That helps make it
a good day.

Books to read:

 

Star-filled sky...

like a weightless veil
wrapping our shoulders, speckled
with tiny diamonds.

 

don't look back too hard...

it might be better
not to remember
all of what used to be.
that might make now
a bumpier road and
uglier than it needs to be.

 

baby, honey, sweetie, love...

 Happy Valentine's Day...

 

Good books...

 

I love
all her books.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My new favorite.

Sister...

14 years is a long time
to be sick
tired
in pain
homebound for the most part
missing freedom
friends
family
afraid not to continue hoping
for healing
struggling every day
just to live
just to be.
she cries
my heart breaks. 

 

in its place...

I present myself
without any intention
of presenting myself
in any particular
recognizable way.
I want my words
to be in the light
 myself in shadow. 

 

try not to make a mess...

if you are determined,
  bound and determined,
     to disregard
          disrespect
          dismiss
     the life that you own,
            get a room
               far away
                  and write a long note
                     saying "sorry, I love you,
             but I hate myself more."
         
         dammit
         you made a mess.