There were red specks flying
There were red specks flying all over the table and floor— She was scratching off a lottery ticket when I walked in; …
There were red specks flying all over the table and floor— She was scratching off a lottery ticket when I walked in; …
A flashforward from the interior dimension: my wrinkled hand threads through strands of dark hair— grandchildren; the little eddies trembling to buoy …
Standing at the edge of the counter, the nurse has already started on her paperwork. I collect my stack and begin filling …
Perception is a symptom and living a sign of life
To drive to the hospital plunged in blue— tenting this cyanotic skin
No bulwark here but barren land— filtered arctic beats the aseptic cowl—
Does the soul linger after the last heart beat? Does it uncover the lines and cords strewn on the body—
From the hallway I can see your eyes wide with desire
Telomere— the end is here— Cold leaf on a windshield— wiped— conducts the end of songs—
An ear-thirsty tick— infects the hips The once, proudly latched now ails us with sick tips and blips