May 5, 2020

Make a fist and release In the morning, I wake to find more pain. Today my hands join in the chorus of chaos in my gut. I remember the frustration, the denial, the hatred, all from the day before. The stress of being out of work, the fury of being…

5/4/20

            I could not go to work today.             It is not anything new. It is not surprising. Each day I wake with pain and gauge how much I can handle. Often, it is rocks against my shoulders, glass mixed inside my intestines. Or it is hot irons, molten shards…