Somewhere even here – a shelter, a safe haven embraces the “we,” the self corrected and wall-taught flowers, who grow and peek over the garden fence.

(Who did we think we were, anyway?)

If we like what we see, we tilt up towards the dim sun, and grow taller than our environs to open up the gates from innocence to experience.

That tyger burnt so bright then. How now his whiskers lay in a pyle of dust as he breathed next to the untuned mandolin.

The cat’s off balance, yet anyone who can pay bills on time spots us in our natural habitats without visual assistance.

Even gray our claws prey at the ready, sharp enough to lightnigng slash four stripes onto each freckled gingerbread cheek.

Lay our power down with both poles to promote even the pastiest of the white dullards from private to sargent major.

Did you even matriculate that year when the river died outside the state of orange blossoms and drained swampland?

When the big ass bugs failed to promote those heavier than rain mossy oaks and sank twenty catfish boats, that’s the year I really died, as my next mixed tape spun out of its cartidge.


Female. East coast transplant living in the Bay Area of California. Living with Stage IV breast cancer. Married to the coolest guy in the universe who occasionally suffers from serious depression. Love my stepsons, although I never thought I'd have that thankless job - ever! And my best friend Simon is also my cat. How I have survived with stage IV: treatments including chemo and surgery; palliative oncology; tenacity; a dark sense of humor; support groups; and my newly reinvented career as a vintage and antiques maven. Some days I miss the old me who led a well respected and well paid life as a business strategist in high tech. So much for that. I blog to simply share my experiences and my poetic approach with others who have cancer of any kind or with their care givers and those who love them. If one person at the very least finds a little commonality or a friend out in the ether tor a smile, a common nod about this experience, or even a link to assistance, then I have accomplished a small but extraordinarily meaningful goal. Go team.

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