illness

{What Pegman Saw is an international romp around the world in 150 words, addressing a different locale each week.  This week the locale is Bhutan. My connection to Bhutan, I fear, is pretty weak.  The picture on the Pegman website has a goat in it, and haircloth was sometimes made of goat’s hair. I have …

{A poem from when my father was in the hospital, invoking the spirit of my mother, the poet.  Thanks for reading.}   A channeler of style, A sycophant of fluff, I’m churning milky memories, Here, sitting on my duff:   Your oh-so-many notebooks; Your gnarled, arthritic hands. Oh, can’t you please extend them To soothe …

{This poem was written while my father was hospitalized in the North Carolina Mountains. Pebbledash is a building material in which pebbles are inserted into plaster. Thank you for stopping by and for forgiving my inevitable absence from these pages during this rocky time. } The rock on which I found my life; The spring …

  {I have been away from my blog while my father has been hospitalized in North Carolina. His unfortunate accident caused him to become infected with a bacteria.  Hence my ode to this powerful pathogen. In his highly-drugged state, when he first came to the hospital, he referred to his infection as “poison.”   So  I …

  {I have been away from my blog due to my father’s hospitalization in North Carolina. This poem describes the jarring cheerfulness of Nature in the face of human tragedy.  In the end, such beauty can help inspire hope in us all. “Parking sparrows” refers to birds, chirping in the underground parking lot of the …