Her Brother’s Pickhole
He still wounds himself every day for five decades now, breakfast till bed, his index finger spins tight circles at […]
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
The Traffic of Tulips
—for Nelson We have waited too long for Spring, a little sun, any small sign during this white of white
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Dry Drowning
He comes walking into the ER, holding hands with a wife and a little boy. A big guy, he’s wheezing
Essays, Nurses, Tributes
A Split Personality
When I was fourteen, my Uncle John—then in his twenties—chased his pert, blonde wife through their neighborhood with an axe.
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
Dad’s Report of a Tornado in Missouri When He Was a Boy
I found a fence post and clung to it, held it Called it “mama,” called it “my sweet Lord” I