A Friday Night Sit

A mental health patient on a floor reserved for the elite’s new hips and knees; well, he wasn’t welcome, to say the least. They build a wall of nurses; wary of aggression, of bother—and put unsettling eyes on him while he wanders the night. He speaks an endless monologue; and engaging is exhausting, talking about…

And Death Spoke

The big grey building changes the landscape as I look across the horizon toward the north. In the sky the clouds appear as a fuzzy blanket of dark moving toward the west. Supposedly it rains, for I can see drops in the puddles, though feel nothing hitting my face. The air is a chilly soul…