Saturday, June 09, 2018

Thursday, June 07, 2018

recovery haiku

& the dog runs

rings around my

deliberate steps



from my sick bed

the starling jeopardy of my

roof gutter sparrows



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 



one moment

a robin on the beak

of a stone goose



swirl of plum blossom

questions not as simple

as once they were

like, hi

how are you?