Papancea* on a Plane

It’s Monday and I’m flying home from Phoenix A friend with a recent kidney transplant and before that 5 years of dialysis Gifted me a fistful — neatly folded — of Clorox bleach wipes I wiped down the tray latch, the tray — front, back, and sides, The seatbelt buckle, and armrests Serious times calling … Continue reading Papancea* on a Plane

The Morning After

The morning after. No pill for this. I awoke at 4:30. When I wake early like that, I try not to look at my cell phone. Because it’s really iffy if I’ll get back to sleep. If I pick up a book instead, I’ll have a better chance of reading for awhile and then getting … Continue reading The Morning After

I wrote a poem…

This morning I wrote a poem.  It’s working title is “Morning Prayer”… “Morning Prayer” Each morning she steps outside Fills her eyes with sun rise  Clouds  shape and color-shift  grey to pink Low-lying like fog, high flying like cirrus, A pale crescent moon in the western sky the green green green of trees She inhales … Continue reading I wrote a poem…