Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.
“As critical illness abates and wounds progressively close, the roles of the physical and occupational therapists (as well as the demands on the patient) expand and become more difficult. Patients … Continue reading Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! (Part 3 of 3)
“Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me I jump my ship as I take it personally Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly The moment I … Continue reading Rebirth by a Thousand Shallow Cuts
“And you may ask yourself, ‘Where does that highway go to?’ And you may ask yourself, ‘Am I right? Am I wrong?’ And you may tell yourself, ‘My God! What … Continue reading The Beginning and the Blame