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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 […]
Cool Grandma
Posted on February 15, 2015 1 Comment
Sometimes the people you least expect to emulate are those you become in life. It kind of sneaks up on you. Like when you’re walking out of church on a Sunday morning and you mutter, “Where the hell are my keys?” as you cross yourself with holy water. Or you realize the dusty pile of […]
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 […]
A Dog for Christmas
Posted on December 12, 2014 Leave a Comment
What she remembered distinctly about the fire was the air. That it was embedded with caustic molecules, invisibly smoldering just underneath her nostrils. How that air had shocked her lungs with each breath. And the dog, of course; she remembered the dog. The charred heaps of garbage, the cluttered debris, the murky bits of interior […]
Libera me
Posted on December 5, 2014 Leave a Comment
Late November peppers the sky with cirrus clouds, blackened underneath, and suggestive of cold rain. Rain which may fall sometime soon – but not today – then, presently, a screeching-halt sunset descends, assaults, roads curving into evening, lined with empty see-through buildings illumined by the practiced forlorn of nightfall. How it skulks along the edges […]
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 […]
Beautiful Day
Posted on June 18, 2014 Leave a Comment
The strange thing about memory is its selectivity. How you can lose days and weeks and months of your life, not remembering anything particularly at all about them, moving forward with a clean slate, erased periodically only by the act of time passing. What you did on any of those given days dissolves somewhere into […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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