Med-amorphosis
When I was a medical student,
When I was a medical student,
Meditation. Yoga. Meditation. Yoga.
I had been sick with a cough for a week
“My daughter killed herself today
An 11th birthday present,
I do not know
I was not the last to touch her,
Those were her words
You thought you had her figured out, didn’t you?
I am back from losing you
White privilege runs deep.
Exhausted. Open door.
Photography, Poetry
Deep rooted
You can tell a lot about people by looking at their shoes.
She laughed as she ran
desensitization: decreasing a response to a stimulus after repeated exposure
Typing commences
All the weary and the downtrodden, the hopeless and forgotten. Pick yourself
When I am dying I will breathe in triplets.
as in the tatted walls of Canyon de Chelly
Smiling, laughter, and chuckling out of breath
Will you rain for me?
Oh, the decision it must have been
Roses are red,