Category: health /doctors /hospitals
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Epsom salts
Sitting on the porch scalding my feet in Epsom salts. Rocking back and forth in an old chair. Lamenting the sacrifice of the tree. Wondering what other pieces were torn from its corpse. Does it mourn the loss of siblings living in other homes or that fell off the dock at the furniture store. Sitting…
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Waiting
beyond the door of our house I sit in the shade on my right a small table, a bottle of water, a notebook, a book of poetry, a book of prayers bright green moss cushions my feet birds call from the woods the Tourettes hum of distant traffic palms turned skyward I’m waiting for healing…
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healthcare greed haiku
stupid d**n co-pay gives false blood pressure reading causing more co-pays 2-17-23
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Faraway somewhere
4 am, half awake, deep-throated, distant fire truck siren wails. Its angry horn bellows, lookout! Complains again at another intersection. Ambulances and police cars sing harmony. Racing towards Hopkins on Garners Ferry Road, they do not turn into our neighborhood. In a faraway somewhere a family is in distress. Happy they did not stop at…
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Cora Lee
On First Thursday evenings I imagine you standing in robe and slippers staring down into a cluttered living room Before you passed into a diabetic coma landing all bruised and broken at the bottom of a rising stair 8-8-22
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haiku for an ADHD partner
stand at open door look for one more thing to do lateness becomes you 8-5-22
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The fighter
This morning, I talked with a cousin fighting For his life with pancreatic cancer in Indiana. Always upbeat, he told me that last week His doctor told him it had spread to his liver and lungs, But they can cut those out and if chemo treatments number 21-24 don’t work, He might get accepted in…
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CVA dreamscape
Since my stroke in September, meds meant to save me are jealous of my dreams. They no longer allow me to walk old neighborhoods hear singing in the park or voyage on rocket ships among the stars. I dreamed I heard a man beating his sons. They were screaming, begging him to stop and I…
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Manufacturer’s warranty
You wake in the middle of the night stare into the bathroom mirror resisting the urge to call your mom and tell her to tell dad That you are okay and following doctors orders Because the manufacturer’s warranty they purchased still has thirty years before expiration and you will get through this little matter of…
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Through the broken glass
You have grown tired of sickness All the news, all the fake news and Graphs spinning in fractal mazes You want to sit with friends Say hi to strangers Enjoy music and poetry in a crowded room You want to attend workshops in person See peoples’ gears grind as they respond to prompts Wander aimlessly…
My husband's poetry 