poetry – The Final Silence: Cancer Walks

I Swear

For Hill Thinking about crown shyness in Muir Woods,just two small town aces–children of factory workers–clipped at the roots, reaching out,not desiring touch but community.Like the trees, reaching out,belonging, holding, sharingbut still autonomous.You take a picture of me peekingbetween two trunks.I take a picture of youlooking up at your crown of trees. Thinking about sharksContinue reading “I Swear”

Harbor

This is a poem I wrote before I knew I had cancer. I don’t have time anymore to wait for gatekeepers to decide if my poem/essay/manuscript is good enough. Cancer has taught me I never really had that time. Harbor Sometimes it’s not even a closet.It could be the shell of a giant, old tirehalf-sunkContinue reading “Harbor”