"The cry of a door is a pitiable thing." - Thomas James, In Fever.
the only parts of the body the same size at birth as they’ll always be.
Mummy of a lady named
Pathology of colours
Ode on my belly button
Fear of Grays Anatomy
Clarinda Harriss
I'm like a rifle that's a little out of date but very accurate: when I love, there's a strong recoil, back to childhood, and it hurts
Epilepsy petit mal
"the plastic tubing whispers blood through
her flesh, .." - Transfusion, Kate Kimball
more brain mashed because of the probe’s braille path;
The Urine Specimen
Ode on my episiotomy
The Urine Specimen
Ode on my episiotomy
"and the faith of that stranger
who answers when my name is called" - Dennis Nurkse, Things I forget to tell my Doctor
But someone I know is dying- And though one might say glibly, "everyone is," The different pace makes the difference absolute.
But someone I know is dying- And though one might say glibly, "everyone is," The different pace makes the difference absolute.
"When we are sleeping
alone, and we wake, and the walls are breathing
and they are the company we keep" - Florence Weinberger, Getting in Bed With a Man who is sick.
poetry prompt
1. Nude Descending. Write a poem with a title after a painting title or inspired by it.
