by Carolyn M. Crane | Apr 27, 2019 | Essays, Series, The Dog Days of Cancer |
Once Jack settled down and waited for his passport to come, he quickly lost consciousness. By the time the hospice nurse arrived, his death rattle song had begun. Brief periods of apnea laced in with the rattle. “He’s already deep in the death cycle,” she said softly....
by Carolyn M. Crane | Apr 19, 2019 | poetry |
Where the river water marries the river bank in mutual discovery is where a few days ago I saw you pondering the merging point I’ve come to know the way you think. How thoughts manifest in your body with less than a gesture more than an impulse. You...
