home in your arms

sunlight through paper thin curtainsbrushes the side of your pale facewith a golden tendril of loveas the machines beep incessantlyyour breathing the only soundin a silent world. but even the best have to fall,and the happiest have to cry,so your breaths peter out,one by one,till sunlight fades into the tendril of death,who brushes your hairContinue reading “home in your arms”

An Open Letter to Achalasia and All the Trouble It Has Given Me

Dear achalasia, No one has heard of you. I didn’t at least until the beginning of this year. Imagine my horror when I looked you up and discovered that there were only 918,000 results. It’s nothing compared to the results – 589,000,000 – when I look up the word “quarantine”! Now, now, I know whatContinue reading “An Open Letter to Achalasia and All the Trouble It Has Given Me”

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