#read-poetry #poetry Limping, wrapped in tattered ink black cloaks, now take in the Life of isolation. Rejected instead we Invented the church, now seated in treesseeding our treasure chestsfrom round our necks. Songs without key or measure Sing from the ribsSpacing the breaths, peeling back fascia with rusted old tools. Oh, alchemy, come find our… Read More Anathema
You now hear my broken chords
Faintly in the the distance unmoored
Loosed and free until run aground
Upon a salty moore. Safely cleaned
I glean on the white million grain shore
And here I lay against my will
Here grounded evermore.
Yet I’ll still wake in the morning.
Habitually when my hands
Parting the sheets aways, sailed
Long gone I still reach after you.
I’m the water, the dew
Maturing into a pinguid mist
As the hands strike up the
Song we clap at noon.
The hour’s imminent.
Time to ride a wicked dream on
A silk weaved carpet twisted
With last night’s ghostly breath.
Metastatic cancer pain exposes you for who you really are. It’s not for the weak, the faint-hearted, nor the complainer or the introvert afraid to stand up for themselves. If your best qualities consist of empathy, neatness, downhill skiing, contact sports, or binge watching hours of television, this type of pain shan’t suit your lifestyle. Oh and if you work, metastatic cancer pain probably won’t help you get that promotion you’ve waited years to earn.… Read More Bone Deep: the painful reality of metastatic cancer
I’ve decided to share these photos with you to show the ugly side of metastatic cancer. The painful side. The side I keep privately to myself.… Read More My Struggling Ugly Days with Metastatic Breast Cancer