Words from Inside My Head

thoughts coming from inside my head

death

  • My ever changing heartbeat is nothing to be concerned with

    at least, according to my cardiologist, who I believe, despite his charming bedside manner,does not really know what to say to me,and so he pats me on the wrist and tells methat I’m doing fine, prescribes a little mobile EKGdevice, which I can use to reassure myself, when my heart starts all that thumping like Read more

  • Doing the Prep Work…

    … imagining there’s no heaven After you’re done with some of the paperwork,the powers of attorney, the DNR, the will,and you’ve begun, if not finished, the other stuff;whittled down the belongings, purchased a burial plot,  maybe started your own obituary, along with some directionson what to do with the body – cremate it, put it Read more

  • Paradox of then and now

    Someday, will I be lying on my deathbed, sorry for all this time I’ve wasted writing about doing nothing? Read more

  • Protected: The Mourning

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  • Protected: Birth of the Child

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  • a conversation with my dead father … a poem

    40 is younger than you think it is when you’re 40. Read more

  • Dancing Bears

    There once was a woman killed in the woods by a bear she’d caught and trained to dance to songs she’d written for him. The lyrics were slightly strained, but he was most pissed off by the music, for if he was to dance, he wanted to do it to songs of his own. Bears Read more

  • It hasn’t Even Been a Week

    After a traffic accident, in which a drunk driver hit a local family’s car, killing the father and injuring the mother and their two children, our village responded with all the help it could, including love and money for the supporting family, friends and the survivors. We tend to think of loss in the immediacy Read more

  • In the dream

    In the dream I am a small child flowering in dresses and gleaming patent leather shoes. Love is the game played in and out of water, he’s teaching me to swim, as I wade in, he flies away, She sings of missing him while putting me to sleep, I lie face down on a blanket Read more

  •  Therapy

    Together we do the earthy work  of laying down our living dead.  it’s difficult enough to release our embrace  from the ones we must let go,  those who’ve slipped away  expected or by surprise, leaving just their memories  with our cries. but to unearth those whose bodies are still warm, their spirits tightly locked inside Read more