It ends, you know, life. It ends in ways we expect, or don't expect. But it starts where it ends, and ends where it starts, and all the while we worry over it. Over the chaos, the boundaries, which line to follow, we worry, and waste away the miles between the start and the end. … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #11
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Letter #27: To The Man Whose Life I Couldn’t Save
To the Man Whose Life I Couldn't Save, You were my first cardiac call. I was new, fresh out of 4 months of EMT training, and you were my first cardiac call. Until you, it was a few broken bones, some colds, and a lot of elderly patients. But you were young or at least … Continue reading Letter #27: To The Man Whose Life I Couldn’t Save
Facebook Short Poetry Series #5
we shifted the scene to fit our benefit, and left the losing to the rest of them forget all you knew, knowing was sold to the highest bidder to bitter to show honestly outside of their eyes. dreamed moments of living a life before the dying gets done, we survive because fighting for life is … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #5
Facebook Short Poetry Series #4
24 not long or so I'm told, it's lonely, cold, eventually bad days, worse days, of being tired, worn, frayed, is it this? can we, anyone, can we live, I'm the game, lives lost without saving, glitter fades away souls in corners wet eyes, dry cheeks, it reeks, the pain, as it fills lungs, chests, … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #4