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It’s funny how people I don’t know – like say, bank tellers – try to offer me encouragement about my move, as if their little bit is going to be the deal closer for me, and their stamp of approval is something I actually need. And I understand them being cordial, too. I guess it’s…… Continue reading Untitled

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Struggle and worry. Moving around. The fingers almost tell me they don’t want to write out a single word. I say back to them we all have our bad days. And good days, too. This one is about to begin. I wake coughing, unable to recall anything from my dream. The other night I experienced…… Continue reading Untitled

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Calcium pills. Two recommended at night. Helps insomniac in me. Slept all these hours straight through. Has to be the pills. Wake up and thank the hell out of those pills. Pills, thank you for your goodness. Thank you for not being Antarctica, where in the summer it is 60ยบ below, where the ice is…… Continue reading Untitled

Morning ashes

– Missy Elliott’s new show is quite entertaining in that train wreck kind of way. Who will get voted off the island next? Do you have what it takes to be a triple threat? – Morning, the grey sky is revealed slowly behind the branches. Winter rain and fog, and a cough. The cats are…… Continue reading Morning ashes

notes on asthma

miss my medicine find I miss my breath missing my breath has me waking up in the night’s very middle to which I retrieve a red pen in anger and mark the void my own while many others are sleeping I present to you my icy wheeze and low temperature cough today I forgot to…… Continue reading notes on asthma

Awake early

Up early with the asthma and the cats. This has been steady for a couple weeks now, that I can only sleep in 3-4 hour stretches at a time. Oh well. The job search goes the same. I send the resumes out and everyone is quiet. Roanoke is dry and shriveled up to graphic designers.…… Continue reading Awake early

asthma season?

a new asthma session for the first time in a long time. what it means is the time is forced on me – I can read, write, whatever, but I must be awake. as I dream, suddenly I become aware of the fact that my lungs are wheezing. this reality enters the plot of the…… Continue reading asthma season?