ever blooming wounds we are light sleepers nowI’ve known rivers older than any veins I’ve heard the Nile roar in Bible lessonsI’ve heard the Mississippi flood its mudin history textbooks;the rivers grow us no matter whatdeath upbraids the fleshthe seas save our soulsif we meet disaster and hold onlavender wildflowers return meto a myth that doesn’t exist yet desire... Continue Reading →
From Scientist to Stroke Survivor : Life Redacted
Her first experience was a penetrating itch. This sensation was layered on top of blistering pain shooting from her right head into her eye. It was not the kind of feeling diminished by vigorous scratching, as is the case following a bug bite. Hers was a jaw-clenching urgency to...
