I broke my ankle. In three places. And dislocated it. And tonight is my tenth night in a row in Auckland Hospital. I arrived in an ambulance on a Wednesday. I was meant to be flying to Honiara on the first Friday. I’d be back by now if I’d gone. I was meant to be … Continue reading so i broke my ankle…
I trim the stems of
hospital tulips with my
ostomy scissors Continue reading Hospital haiku. December 4–8.
Here are some numbers – I’m 23 years old. I’ve been diagnosed with ulcerative colitis for a smidge over two and a half years. I’ve had IBD-type symptoms for 4-5 years. And in 18 days, I’ll be getting a partial colectomy. Yes folks, I’m booked for surgery. September 11th, of all days. I will be … Continue reading the official countdown begins
on ward thirty two needle in my savaged arm watch a bruise blossom how the rain falls now poems for the soul that cries every waking hour this is infusion my arm is a-lure-ing and meds put me to sleep taste the bitter pill feel the clammy summer air give up / write haiku air … Continue reading hospital haiku (365 pieces – january 3rd)