Category Archives: Poems

As I stand in the hallway as a child, the image of my breastless mother laying on a cold, hard table surrounded by metal and painted with betadine Burnt Umber waiting to be cured Is all I see. Each week we perform this ritual. We struggle to move, to clean, to dress, to eat. WeContinue reading “Radiate”

Radiate As I stand in the hallway as a child, the image of my breastless mother laying on a metal slab surrounded by metal and painted betadine Burnt Umber waiting to be cured Is all I see. Each week we perform this ritual of healing. We struggle to move, to clean, to dress, to eat.Continue reading “Poems”