Opportunities for Stillness

Months of healing ahead seemed a prison, a sentence of no action, and me tracking the sun across the day a way to move time. At the bank, a retired black man, warm, inviting eyes, who’d been in my shoes, said, “Healing is an opportunity for stillness.” Which knocked me down. His big, wide smile […]

Hubris

I never want to know the many things they did when they flayed open my chest, my arm, cracked my sternum and stopped my heart. Blissful ignorance is what I needed, and some drugs, buckets of them. I was reminded too much of salmon, gutted torsos, lungs, heart, parts. But that’s how they do, these magicians, these […]

The Historical Heart

Remembering everything, the heart, at last, breaks. At first, in the undulating folds as my fetus came together the cleft separated, a misaligned heart began, beating days upon days. It remembered the fall, and mother carrying me to hospital, the salt-air summers in Balboa – running full ‘round the boardwalk. The heart worked hard during […]