Deliverance In The Dark: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
Cotton sheets cling to my skin like a burial shroud. Memories of Mom arise. Her pain-soaked blue eyes, looking out from a frustration-worn face, pulsing oxygen through nasal tubes insufficient for her to rise from bed. Speculations emerge. Students laugh away the opportunities I offer. Networks with whom I negotiate ignore my recommendations. A … Continue reading Deliverance In The Dark: an .@ImageCurve #haibun
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