When the Poet Happens to Be a Nurse
At social functions, when someone asks me what I do for a living, I answer that I’m a nurse, and […]
Essays, Nurses, Tributes
Nurses
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Equations of the Heart
She says something about harpy cuckoos in eucalyptus trees. Maybe she had been a harpist, or a poet, or came
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
At Four in the Morning
This is what appears on the back stage of her retina at four in the morning: an old soldier his
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Howlin’ Moon
must be a howling full moon tonight because everybody is streaming through my hospital and just howling crazy after 15
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Midwifing My Father
For Brooks Staton, 1/15/15 – 6/14/05 I sit alone at his convalescent home bedside. His eyes are unfocused, unblinking. I