I don’t do ‘cancerversaries‘. I don’t remember them. I don’t remember the date they diagnosed Hodgkins Lymphoma, although I can tell you it was the beginning of a week in February 1980, and I was still seventeen. I can remember … Continue reading
I count the fingers on both hands; soon I’ll need some toes, Each is someone gone too young, cruel fucking cancer blows. Lights extinguished, curtains drawn on lives too sick to save, Brutal mortal dying breaths as death steals one … Continue reading
We look so fine, so clear and swell, you’d never guess how deep the well of darkness, pain and itchy bad, that makes us in some moments sad. Love of friends is not the thing that stops such creeping suffering … Continue reading
Facing you now, what you want now, is not an easy thing. The she that was creeps back when you least expect her. She arrives with inglorious fanfare, to remind you of all you have lost and that you are … Continue reading
It’s ok to cry, when the world closes in; when your heart is too small to hold all its feeling. It’s ok to cry, when things that were, aren’t; when people are true to the worst of themselves It’s ok … Continue reading
