The Structure of Nursing School in an Otherwise Chaotic Life

from Learning to Heal: Reflections on Nursing School in Poetry and Prose ed. by Jeanne Bryner and Cortney Davis The Kent State University Press And in my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. ―Neil Young I didn’t always want to be a nurse, but I...

Falling in Love Again

My father was a jazz fan who collected LPs in the 1940s and 50s and was known to stay up late into the night listening to his newest acquisitions. This made for difficult early mornings because his day job was a banker and loan officer. These details were related to...

Gong Show

I'd think it would be obvious that, when you've built a dedicated temple in your back yard, as one does, and have had it blessed twice by the grand master from Taiwan, and you spend two hours a day in meditation, that you'd need a gong. When the temple property in...

Hold on

to snowfall moments. Wear Spring’s damp quilted padding. We don’t need the sky every day of our lives singing the sun like a choir. We don’t need a seat In the sunlight. Lift your face to gray, and feel the tattered patches of snow like wishes falling on your face...

Small breaking

It’s March, but the ice isn’t breaking yet. Yesterday a long ray of sun reached in, woke me to memory. Now evening is one long silence to savor like the moment before you tap the crust of crème brule, just before its small breaking opens to something delicious. But...

Persephone Unhinged

Lazy topsoil flushed away, too thin to hold seed. Rain keeps time, pounding tender nubs who don’t know their knobby tulip heads should turn red or yellow by now. Even earthworms can’t hold on. I whisper up to the lawn Don’t do it again. Green is so mundane. Why not...

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