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A Christmas Story
Posted on December 27, 2017 Leave a Comment
While Black Bart was getting his you were getting yours – sodium bicarb calcium gluconate D50 – not with a Red Ryder BB gun, but a triple lumen CVC, ‘as beautiful, as coolly deadly-looking a piece of weaponry as I’d ever laid eyes on.’ Bullets to save, not slay – Mannitol 3% sodium Zosyn. Your […]
A Nurse’s Introduction
Posted on July 25, 2017 1 Comment
There are telltale signs we will meet again – the crumbling dryness of your feet, the purplish opalescence of your shins, the belly – taut with distension, and the hint of yellow in your eyes, from which, even as you’re joking now, a few feet away from me in the grocery store, jovial crinkles surrounding […]
Waiting for the Great Pumpkin
Posted on October 12, 2016 Leave a Comment
For those of you unfamiliar with Roman Catholic idiosyncracies, it is customary for the faithful – and some of the unfaithful, too – to pray to the many saints for intercession with God. In any and every situation, for every need, there is a saint to whom one might turn for help. Some sixteen years […]
No Pity for Princesses
Posted on October 7, 2016 Leave a Comment
Synchronicity. Meaningful coincidences. There are no accidents. Everything happens for a reason. There is a bigger plan. We tell ourselves the events occurring in our lives are connected by meaning. Maybe they are; maybe they aren’t. As I’ve said before, I prefer to believe they are. Things make a bit more sense that way. Not […]
A Winter to Live
Posted on February 11, 2015 2 Comments
I’ve said it a bunch of times: I believe the universe is not accidental. There are those who’ve argued with me that, perhaps, I ascribe meaning to events in order to create an orderly pattern where one truly doesn’t exist. Don’t we all merely connect the dots of our lives meaningfully in hindsight? It’s a […]
Plush Plight
Posted on January 30, 2015 Leave a Comment
A light layer of dust may coat my eyes, but I still see you haven’t been here, and I wonder where you’ve gone. The dust cakes the crevices of your wheelchair, but I’m still soft, you know, willing to console you here on the foot of the bed, my untied sneaker dangling, my shirt neck […]
Soon We Will be Good Friends, I Think
Posted on January 19, 2015 Leave a Comment
Below a starburst transom of sturdy weeds I rest, looking upward. Within the heavy stone touching the back of my head your grip convenes momentarily, almost on a whim, so that the tangle of my hair – pretending itself a pillow – is like the backs of the houses I see before me, exposed and […]
The First Tree
Posted on September 29, 2014 Leave a Comment
From in between the opened slats of the blinds on my kitchen windows, I can see it. Each autumn, it is the golden harbinger of the coming season of crisp air and darkened evenings. Muted laughter through closed windows as children walk home from school, jackets unzipped. Somnolent bees hovering over brilliant mums, preparing for […]
Lioness
Posted on August 20, 2014 1 Comment
The prospect of jury duty is not as offensive to me as it is to many people. While it is, unquestionably, a nuisance to interrupt a busy work week with two uselessly hanging, disjointed days, translated into hesitantly accepted free time – since it is nearly impossible to conduct any meaningful work in a jury […]
Mantra
Posted on May 19, 2014 2 Comments
When I open my eyes each morning to a new day, my child is dead. When I yawn, stretch before arising, and dangle my feet off the bed, my child is dead. When I worriedly listen for my other son’s soft breaths as he sleeps, my child is dead. When I am overjoyed at the […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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