The dressing, removed (A poem)

A small break from my series of epistles. Discharge stains the bandage bleeding through the strip I’m not troubled by the deep brown stain the blood has merely dried upon meeting the air Soon, it will flake off and disappear into dust I won’t see any scars but I’ll know what was there before (6 February [...]

Secrets and unanswered questions (A poem)

A new poem in my February series of epistles. Out of respect for privacy, I am not mentioning the subject of this one. You really are something of a mystery Nobody knows what goes on inside your head So many secrets and unanswered questions and things hiding in the shadows I didn’t ask about the [...]