Triplets

When I am dying I will breathe in triplets.

Holes

as in the tatted walls of Canyon de Chelly

Balance

Smiling, laughter, and chuckling out of breath

The Gift

Oh, the decision it must have been

PICU Rambling

Roses are red,

What’s Worse

I’m not as sad about your dying.

Mooring

The guilt I carry

Hospital Tourism

Our ICU has over 100 beds.

Nirvana

I walked with them for miles

Magpie Wisdom

Up in the hills on a fine spring day

4,266’

Here, in the sea-salt prairie ocean

Listen Closely

He needs antibiotics,

The Psych Ward

Poem and drawing

Body

Bones

Dance

I was once afraid of Death.