Cancer Poetry

De Novo Soldier

My ugly secrets hide beneath my thin skin. Infinitely fighting in my lonely final tour, Not making the cut for A battalion of beautiful survivors who stared directly into the eyes of the freshly dead. Limping home and stitched together, held upright on a single crutch. Matching in the endless parade They inch away for […]

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Cancer Poetry

Tropic of Cancer

I. He Quick stepping and waltzing Precise as a surgeon cuts into The body, like a first kiss. Her softness ages his face. Speech fails him, words Slurred with the stroke of An unset clock stuttering Her number in the dark. His hand reaches under her breast Bone tapping out a beat Inside her hallowed […]

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Philosophy

Look into My Crystal Ball, or The Writer as Telepath

The blank page: at times a writer’s inanimate nemesis. The written output, the writer’s words lend themselves to an infinite life with inasmuch potential. This simple premise suggests a complex hypothesis: a writer’s output can bridge the gap between art and science, alchemy and physics, space and time. The writer becomes a telepath sending messages […]

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Poetry

Fool’s Waltz

Until the day comes when my breath no longer returns to my lungs, Air lifted away by winter, Leaving you, yet wanting to stay much longer, The remains of us forming clear ice sheets frozen atop beds of still water. When the last faded bloom of your want wilts again, And the secret garden of […]

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