holiday poem — Christmas Mourning

This is a revisiting of a poem I wrote last year (or the year before.)  At the time of writing I had nobody in particular in mind.  This year, I’m thinking of my dear friend and mentor, Barb.  I think of her husband, sons, their wives, and the grandchildren who will be missing her presence…

#FF — Gone

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell Once a week for twelve weeks each year for the last decade we gathered. Damaged goods some might say. No matter what else was swirling in the loo in each of our lives, we knew we could depend on her benevolent smile and her gentle voice to rest in when…

dVerse — Meet the Bar — Unmasked

Unmasked It began with a sneezeclenched into a wheeze.Squeak-rolled by breezy hazmat suitclad orderlies to the ordered chaos of the vent. No, wait – it began with a date,obstinately masklessface; my smile always wins;not undotted eyes nor pate. I lied, I lie shunned in bright but unsunnedpincushioned, bruisedintubated half-life. Clueless, haunted, ragingthe red-capped famviews my…

PSA Covid-19 antibodies aka Convalescent Plasma Therapy

I talked with my younger son earlier this week.  He went to donate plasma and learned that nowadays when someone donates plasma they test for the presence of Covid-19 antibodies.  From what I have heard about the swab Covid-19 tests, they are extremely uncomfortable to have done.  If you want to learn if you’ve had…

#FFFC 80 — life alone is not enough

When the people on the TV in a land far away started dying we were detached. When death knocked on our doors in the public places there was denial. When we brought it home to our loved ones, who sickened and died, we began to believe. As the killer morphed, evading our now-concerted efforts to…