NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 19

When people don’t reply

to email, texts, messages, calls,

I begin to write fiction

in my mind.

They must be busy

They must not care

They must hate me

They must be sick

They must be dead

Do I try again to rouse a response?

If I do, will it wake up

the dearly departed

or am I merely kicking someone

when they are down?

There is never a right answer

to the questions I ask myself

or others.

People were designed for face to face.

But here we are, so many miles

apart so I keep on pinging, nagging,

digging up daisies

until it kills me.

When there’s diabetes in the family

Our cat Sketch has Type 2 Diabetes and we’re so used to dealing with it now. Here are some highlights of our reality:

  1. There’s a sharps container in the kitchen. Relegated to the floor for food safety purposes, it’s a bright red reminder that someone in the family gets shots every day.
  2. All the adults in the house have accidentally stabbed themselves with the syringe or lancet at least once. It happens. It doesn’t matter how careful you think you are being.
  3.  Sometimes a lancet falls on the ground. It’s cool when it actually pierces the floor, like in this pic.
  4. You wake up in the night and wonder if your cat is having a seizure somewhere in the house. Sketch hasn’t yet had a seizure or hypoglycemic incident, but sometimes I worry about him in the middle of the night.
  5. When you can’t find the cat, you wonder if he’s dead. Especially when his blood glucose numbers can ride a roller coaster between 50 and 650+ I start wondering just how many lives this animal has left.
  6. You get used to the blood testing equipment just sort of chillin’ in the middle of other family activities. As when the Easter baskets came out and the journal and bowl o’ supplies got into the pic, because they were there, like they always are, right next to my place at the kitchen table. 

NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 16

“Jesus died for your sins.”

Wait…what?

But “He is risen”

so how is He dead?

 

True stories – hadith —

of the Prophet Muhammad

told by trusted narrators

but…some of these storytellers

contradict each other.

 

Zen’s surface — a web of contradictions.

Each koan designed to take you beyond

thinking there is

something solid about your ego

and its beliefs.