I’m poeming this poem from a forest-boreal transition zone anticipating intense public reaction to my poem against the bony mets that XXXX up my posture & infiltrate our nat’l backbone its prostate biopsy analogy lost/inapparent in the sagamore gloam this spine unresponsive to the pre-patent analog that is my poem by Maureen Miller doctorwritermaureenmiller.tumblr.com [This […]
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The snow and salt on your coat suggests that you’ve been outside shoveling, maybe, or tossing snowballs for the dogs. But in fact it’s the dogs who have brought the snow and salt inside, flinging it onto your coat when they shake it away. Your coat hangs on the back of a chair and you […]
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Just got a letter from disability insurance: Denied. I’m not disabled enough to get anything. After months of trying to convince them. How do you prove you can’t work? I cannot sit up, stand, or walk hardly at all. There is no job I can do while laying down, without having to make phone calls. […]
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His hand closed up over the stretch of five years, and stayed like that till he passed. First the pinkie, as if winched towards the palm by an invisible string, and then the ring finger went, till his hand was frozen stiff like a claw. It was like it had slowly snapped shut, sixty years […]
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