Posts Tagged: illness
Socrates: All men are mortal.
The Storming Bohemian: I’m a man.
Socrates: Right, so…
The Storming Bohemian: Uh oh....more
What are the possible causes
of my symptoms or condition. What tests do you recommend
for the heartache of loving both those boys later
on–in different years, for different years–
for thinking you’d loved with a love that was more
than any love anybody had ever loved, for knowing
now, thirty-five years later, maybe you were not
This week, Guernica has a new story from author and veteran Odie Lindsey, whose debut story collection about soldiers coming home from war, We Come to Our Senses, will be published by W.W. Norton later this month. Included in the collection, “Bird (on back)” picks up in the middle of a disintegrating relationship between an unemployed diorama artist and his vibrant but terminally ill girlfriend, who before they met contracted a sexually transmitted autoimmune disease from a soldier on leave....more
This is how it started: Falling into the spaces between words, between ideas, between sentences. An infinite elbowing out of time, and time and space between. Gaps upon gaps upon gaps upon gaps. Reaching for the next sentence and then, the next word just… fell.
Before this semester in Italy, I had enjoyed writing for school, but now for the first time I was driven to write for myself. I began to need to write like I had needed to dance. Was I replacing one language with another, one way of communicating with another?
There are things poetry can do and things it can’t. And while my aim is to ease suffering, sometimes the work is to be with it.
Finding the words to console someone ill or grieving is an intensely complicated process. What do you say to someone in a waiting room fraught with anxiety?...more