June 7 2020: Systemic Heart Failure

I have my doubts about how this one turned out but the subject matter has been weighing on me since yesterday when an emergency patient came into the animal clinic I work at. She was expanding like the blueberry girl from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

We tapped her like a keg and drained about 4 liters of fluids out over an hour and a half, during which time the vet reviewed her records and explained heart failure to me. I haven’t been able to get out of my head how delicate the whole system of our bodies is. One piece stops working right and everything compounds to come back around and make that one problem worse.

Food for thought: is the system that makes our society so different?

June 1 2020: We Are Ill

I am not a political person. I barely pay attention to the news. When my mind and imagination aren’t allowed to wander they are directed at the things immediately around me. I am, by and large, oblivious to the world around me. I am privileged to be able to be that way.

This poem is not one of my best examples of wordsmithing and the subject matter is not intended to be inflammatory. I want it to make us think. I want it to make us feel. I want it to compel us to open our eyes. Because we are not well right now as a nation, as one people under God, and we really need to examine why and think about how we can all be better.

Day 16: Burning Planet

My heart goes out to Australia, Puerto Rico, and the Philippines.

Burning Planet

Day 13: Contamination

Our puppy is sick with Parvo. It is a dangerous virus to puppies. Fortunately, she’s doing very well and is being treated by a loving support system of amazing people. Part of the recovery process is keeping her contained while she’s positive for the virus, so that she doesn’t risk getting anyone else sick. Hence today’s poem, late though it may be…

Contamination

Day 300 & Day 301: Drizzle; Numbers and Noise

Yesterday’s poem written before a long drive through some yucky weather. Too heavy to be called mist, too light to be called rain. Just wet enough to make the roads fun to drive on and seep into everything.

Drizzle

This morning’s poem brought to you from that “I don’t know where this is coming from” part of my mind. I’m honestly not sure if it’s a form of insight or simply my attempt to process everything that’s going on lately in the world. There just seems to be so much…

Numbers and Noise

Day 58: The Stranger

I hate being sick.

My bride and I have been alternating back and forth for the last week or so fighting some bug. Everyone around us is also getting sick. Finally thought I’d beaten it over the weekend–and then Monday night hit and it’s been downhill from there. Knock on wood we’re both on the mend.

The Stranger

Day 50: Unwell

It had to happen eventually… the first missed post. Fortunately though, not a missed poem. Yesterday’s poem marks the 50th poem in this journey. Unfortunately, there’s a virus going around and guess who caught it? The poem was written during my break at work, but not uploaded because I ran out of time (my mind was moving super slow). I intended to post it when I got home but instead crashed. Hard. Guess what the subject of my work was?

Unwell

Day 24: Brain Repair

I hate not feeling well. It’s like there’s a disconnect between my brain and the rest of my facilities that makes the entire creative machine malfunction. Hard to think, you know? So I’m feeling especially pleased with myself for cranking today’s poem out in spite of that.

Brain Repair