This, Too, Is Distinction
Tonight the candle twines fire with fire, braided flame blooming in the bowl of my hand. It hovers—lucent, tender— in the pause between ease and ache, a flicker caught…
cancerA collection of 8 posts
Ode to Lorlatinib
Little pink tablet, smooth-edged promise, stamped plainly: Pfizer on one cheek, 25 LLN on the other— three pressed nightly through foiled windows, serials and stamps faint as breath in aluminum…
Negative Results
It hasn’t killed me yet— but it spreads. From marrow to memory, it seeds the femur, threads the ribs, scrapes its code into the curve of my pelvis— then…
Someone Worth Surviving For
You’re not going to be ready. Not when it happens— not when he arrives, not when you hold the test in your shaking hand, thinking you did everything right,…
Field Notes for a Son I Didn’t Know
Day 4 She turned down the radio when a child sang. Didn’t say why, But her fingers curled against her thigh like they were remembering how to hold a…
False Spring?
The cold won’t quit. April spits warmth, then slips back into bone-gnawing wind— sinks its teeth in again, all bite, no bloom. We talked about a garden— just talked—…