Tag Archives: death

Two Daughter Dungeon Dance

  Like ants crawling over a carcass Or gulls swooping in for a morsel They came Not in a colony or flock Just two Daughters on the edge Unable to carry the weight of transition The clinging to normalcy The … Continue reading

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Prescriptions for Pain

They march and they march To clinic and ward and ER They ask and seek and plead Stop the pain that makes the heart bleed The limb, the hip, the neck, the back Physicians are a revolving door Resolving this … Continue reading

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Lost Child –Found on the porch

One cold, morning moment she walked unto the porch After a night alone? Overcome with life follies she collapsed Fell to her knees Then slumped to the side Hitting her head on the cement She lay there as the snow covered … Continue reading

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Addiction Manifesto

There is nothing more important Not a person Not a physical impediment Not familial warnings Not clinical outcomes Not religious remembrances Not criminal charges Not legal proceedings Not a lover’s embrace No employment can sustain No hope lasts No lifestyle … Continue reading

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The Gate

He met her at the gate Just a short distance inside, The clouds in the sky were soft That day–white mixed with gray. He first walked through the gate Only 18 short hours before Greeted by others who had passed … Continue reading

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Forever and a Day

Before he left, he whittled His past on a walking stick He knew it was a good-bye Not bitter, not strained, just this: That cane was his reminder He remembered your face Forever and a day. Before he left, he sang … Continue reading

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Gone, the young man

Gone, the strong oak and the acorn Gone, the young man Stood strong in the battle With family by his side Wistful determination blanketed his bed Eventually succumbing; knowing life was Not to be–Gone, the young man Young wife inconsolable Pulling … Continue reading

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