Category Archives: aging

Sitting in a three-armed gown (third draft)

The technician in the aqua lab coat called the balding guy with the slightly bleeding shunt in the crook of his arm, with whom I had commiserated about the insipid iodine solution we were both drinking: he departed the tiny … Continue reading

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How he brought the good news from the doctor to the wishing well

I was busting out all over It was almost like galloping except I was posting in the car stalled in grid lock while the radio hosts bantered with phone-in opinions on something or other urgently requiring immediate inanity I wanted … Continue reading

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How can I write a poem for you?

Paper is too pale for our sunsets too silent for the morning stomp of smiling grandchildren too cool for warm grass, or the sunny beach of sand castles too clean for pesky spider shit or bottles on the lawn or … Continue reading

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