“He was a doctor, you know,” your wife said, when I introduced myself as your doctor. These...
Poetry-2019
Colors steer him To a murky sea Frigid Waves –enraged monsters– Breach over...
Carissa Anne Lee Five Stages Oil Pastel Oh, fickle memory, how it deceives! A sieve to the...
Williams brought over A bag of plums, A tree of white blossoms, A locomotive, Ghost- images of...
Reject the reports, the scans, the needles, the hospital windows sealed against flight, and cold tile floors,...
A poem inspired by a term on the renal transplant service. Envisioning kidney transplant from the perspective...
It’s just a choice of what we want to lose The moon hangs in the cold crisp...