journalled scars He tenderly reads, these slicing sighs He stitches and breathes, my anguished cries He bleeds and bleeds He. … Read more my…
In my last post, I mentioned the trial by Professor Petrovsky. I have signed up for it as i can… Read more
Well, hello roller coaster. What good friends we’ve become.
Darrin has re-started chemo. He had a sudden, severe down turn. Long story short, if he hadn’t started it again… Read more Well, hello roller coaster. What good friends we’ve become.
“Jason, you’re talking like an idiot, and making it sound stupid”
Hey there! It’s been a while. And good news…Darrin has survived 6 months of chemo and is doing well. I’m… Read more “Jason, you’re talking like an idiot, and making it sound stupid”
easier said than done…
…that is, adding a title. I really think it’s one of the hardest things ever in the history of, I… Read more easier said than done…
tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery… (a re-post in honour of her upcoming ninth birthday)
on her owl backpack, “Doctor Vanessa, she does have blood in her wing so she’ll be fine. But there’s no… Read more tonight, while 5 year old niece performs surgery… (a re-post in honour of her upcoming ninth birthday)
Hello to whoever might be reading. I’ve decided I’m going to make my blog private for the time being, for… Read more
Grandma’s Hands
Originally posted on Ivor.Plumber/Poet:
I wonder what mum and grandma are thinking Mum was born after the First World War…
Prologue B (their second beginning)
How it always seemed he was cutting her down. Her paranoia. How she had misunderstood. And that letter… Read more Prologue B (their second beginning)
prologue A (part eight)
wednesday (part one is here) “It was a stramineous night, filled with scratchy un-poeticisms and badly timed… Read more prologue A (part eight)
hush (part seven)
wednesday (part one is here) His heart obeyed. Rather automatically – hushing as he so carefully tore… Read more hush (part seven)
say no to clowns 