I said: "I want to run away from my fingernails". We laughed but I don't think it's funny. My fingernails are disgusting. After all the things, this is what bothers me. They're pushing up like irksome trolls are hiding underneath their tongues, thick as concrete, oozing out. I was poisoned carefully (measured and meted) and … Continue reading As it is…
(Docetaxel is a chemotherapy drug) a long puddle a dragon’s mercurial tail rippled scales in the hammock of a silver curb two sheens in matching curve and then athletic legs, cast thick and strong a sheath of skirt the shifting lavenders of reflective steel. one great kick titanium arcs measuring purple the drugs' metallic sweep … Continue reading Docetaxel Dream
serrated horizon how the mountains carve the sky prick of daggers evergreens' green blades slice white into the blue whingeing bones lean and creak against the west that high whine wind buzz friction zippered in Earth’s old joints the hammers’ patternless bruising *Docetaxel is a chemotherapy drug
quick silver life dose of poison tinkling in fattened veins shimmering at vision’s corner like dew drops in morning sun glaring on branch dark finger's quiet quiver bright the barb blood sport this chemo
Sleeping in great, deep holes fallen like leaf litter to decay and mulch and then to rise again in a breeze's brief clarity a grass blade the soft sweet scythe of spring undigging itself an arm above terror a sheath for hope broken, bruised but almost human in mortality's thick soil black as sleeping
Out of the Cave 