Pain is its own language Members only may oblige With a response.

I bring my A Game into the room. Into the dark I bring my quiet. No talking: A new language to memorize, practice, repeat. Conversation...

Your urine is my urine now. Odor that no longer offends Becomes my odor. We are one. Your holy shit is my sacred duty Evidence of the...

Burnout terrifies me. (There is no one else.) I sink into a just-hot-enough fragrant sea and lower Spent arms, breathing and freeing my...

Mini-rebellions: One more Scrabble turn A trip to the bathroom A long pause to daydream He needs me. Is it urgent? The text did not say....

Six hours. The balm of rest A salve on my brittle, tired mind. A lullaby patters on my window Tiny dancers relay Spring’s promises in...

Two a.m. Too little sleep. Move like a dream. Dream of sleep. Float like a ghost. Slow like a boat, Too little breath in these sails of...

Impossibly foreign, the first time The cave opens only slightly for me and I close my eyes to feel more keenly with Helen Keller’s love....

The natural world joins my bed-bound son in his isolation.