My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
Tag: coping
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
Alvaro hoists his walker towards the elevator with his trash bag balanced on the seat. He struggles with each step. His mood is congenial, his…
The clatter cart hobbles down sterile white tile hallway little square rooms patients wait watching clock minutes move like tragic soldiers circling round batting down…
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” — T.S. Eliot…
August is one of my favorite months in all its scorching glory, but this past month hung heavy like drapes of sadness overlapping memories. The…