Saturday, June 09, 2018

Thursday, June 07, 2018

recovery haiku

 
& the dog runs

rings around my

deliberate steps

   

jeopardy


from my sick bed

the starling jeopardy of my

roof gutter sparrows

 

train


the train I only hear at night time rushes through

 

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

diary: returned


Seven litres of blood lost during the operation, which the surgeons declared a success even though, in their words, "Things got a bit rocky." Transfusions, a couple of days in Intensive Care, and then down onto the ward, one kidney and its 13cm tumour lighter. A huge cut-line and staples all across my front.


having returned

to the world 

I keep staring at 

the back of my hand 

     

Thursday, May 10, 2018

diary: circumstances


Barely able to cross the room. Barely able to climb the stairs. Having to rest while the hell in my lower back subsides. Legs first aflame and then jelly. The tumour, undeniably, making its presence felt.


no longer able 

to make molehills 

out of mountains 

   

moment


one moment

a robin on the beak

of a stone goose


18.04.2018

questions


swirl of plum blossom

questions not as simple

as once they were


like, hi

how are you?

 
17.04.2018