377: cede to the limits of medicine

by | Feb 22, 2024 | OPENstudio

let life return to its natural course death as well medicine is a gift until it becomes a tool with which we wield hope over the natural world like a magic wand or a divining stick or something like the king’s sepulture touching down on each shoulder giving us...

376: he spoke with a slur

by | Feb 20, 2024 | OPENstudio

which may pass as normal were he not my dad the years showing in his face his hairline his midline sure but I was not prepared for them to execute this ambush an assault for which no one comes prepared where are the self-help journals for watching ones predecessors...

376: seeing without squinting

by | Feb 18, 2024 | OPENstudio

but I find it helps my heart my psyche my long history with these bodies my ability to stand straight to even take a step forward it helps to not squint but to look sideways shield oneself from the growing of others...

375: feel like a corpse

by | Feb 16, 2024 | OPENstudio

dead in this space air here stagnant brittle riddled with I call it anxiety she calls it tragedy worry fear it has settled into the corners under the curtains like dead flies forgotten unseen by aged eyes the housekeepers letting them lie knowing their patrons will...