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I Was Just Sitting Alone On My Brain-Porch

I was just sitting alone on my brain-porch when death sat down beside me.  My brain-porch is a solitary place where I figuratively sit during meditation. I look out on fields or woods, whatever landscape I conjure, and when any … Continue reading

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All I Was Able To Do

All I Was Able To Do was published in Memorial Sloan-Kettering’s 2018 Visible Ink Anthology. All I Was Able To Do I’m a tall man so I had a good vantage point. An ocean of people poured out before me, … Continue reading

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Expressed Desire

Expressed Desire is a poem I wrote that was included in the 2017 Roosevelt Artists Collaborative book, a collection of works by various Roosevelt artists. Expressed Desire Permanent Press and Curly Queue their potluck simmered from dusk ‘til dawn   … Continue reading

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What really happens during radiation therapy:

What really happens during radiation therapy: “Not sure why my kin staked a claim here in Cleavage Valley, Linda County. There was pesticides and alcohol from back in the day, but not ‘nough for those pioneers to write home about. … Continue reading

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Her long hair flows gently in the breeze.

Her long hair flows gently in the breeze.  Petite legs moving quickly carry her home.  As she moves out of my view I envy the Cat on the high windowsill in the dining room, for he can still see her. … Continue reading

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What really happens during chemotherapy:

What really happens during chemotherapy: Bert tried to grab hold of the slick cartilage at bone’s end, but not having hands made that difficult. Tears ran. A defeatist, “How will I ever get to the trabecular bone tissue if I … Continue reading

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“You dirty liar!”

“You dirty liar!” my mom exclaimed yesterday. Mom doesn’t always believe me.…..because I have a history as a dirty liar. It started early, and innocently enough. At first I lied just to see if I could get away with it. … Continue reading

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The Nurse Left Work at Five O’Clock

NPR periodically holds a contest for writers called “Three-Minute Fiction.”  They provide a prompt and limit you to 600 words.  A well-known author judges the entries.  I entered once.  I did not win. No surprise there.  Then when I read … Continue reading

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