Poetry Friday: A Poem By Ilene Kaminsky
I couldn’t imagine livingWithout the air I breatheThat used to swell my chestWhere two breasts used to be.Now with one and a part on the rightAnd a port inserted in my chestSwiss cheese… Continue reading
I couldn’t imagine livingWithout the air I breatheThat used to swell my chestWhere two breasts used to be.Now with one and a part on the rightAnd a port inserted in my chestSwiss cheese… Continue reading
A prayer of shelter and shadow Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireas na daoine.– It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.– It is in the shadow of each… Continue reading
This is What Was Bequeathed Us This is what was bequeathed us:This earth the beloved leftAnd, leaving,Left to us.No other worldBut his one:Willows and the riverAnd the factoryWith its black smokestacks.No other shore,… Continue reading
Closing Words I feed myself.I listen to the rain falling bright and furious.Rain remembers its falling for a moment, rippling,Then forgets itself in the sheeting, sliding, silence.It’s four-forty.The sky reflects gray in the… Continue reading
This Friday, October 29th, I’ll be taking the hot seat for Part 2 of an AMA for the Patient Empowerment Network’s Empowered Patient Chat which takes place on Twitter 10am PT; 1pm ET;… Continue reading