The Final Cut

Did they get enough from meWith the deftness of a surgeon?Were my borders clean and neatOr does my destiny includeA shorter life of restless false religion?I once built walls and set my boundariesBut with a deadly diagnosisIt’s difficult to know where I start and endWas my deciding even takenInto considerationWhen my rough edges showedEverything the

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The Poetry of Friends: through the lens of a terminal cancer diagnosis

Joy exists. You needn’t look very far in front of your nose to find it. But you still must look in order to see. As the famous quote bandied about by, of all philosophers, Friedrich Nietzsche: “he who has a ‘why’ to live can live almost any ‘how’.” In listening to B.J. Miller a palliative

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