I greatly appreciate the support from you both over the last couple of years. I hope we remain friends and connected over on FB. But, it is time for me to make the hard decision and close this down. What little I am writing these days is not for…

Healthwise, that is. One of the things the pulmonologist ordered after I was in the hospital was a chest CT. That CT didn't tell us much about my lungs - just that I wasn't exhaling fully, so I wasn't inhaling fully either. But, what it did tell me…

I thought I should update you on why you haven't heard from me lately... In the last week of October I was in the hospital for a few days for hypoxia and aggravated asthma. Pulse ox was sitting at about 90 for the first two days (while on oxygen),…

Been working on a pair of longer pieces, which is why you haven't heard anything from me. Thought I would give a short update while those pieces bubble in my brain. Welcome to my new patron, Cathy. Cathy and I met back in the early years of the…

My world is circling round again Back to the year of death Back to the year of no control Back to the year I lost myself That year of loss, of pain, of fear A random conversation In a lucky safe space Brought it all back Flooding my brain, my heart…

Leaning lost lonely house No people to care for it Only company a couple of cats Full of human detritus It waits for its end New people move in next door An encouraging sign But still no one visits the house Until one day, a truck pulls up People…

Everyone has a different answer From "Just start" to "Why do you need to?" I feel like I need something to start with I just don't know what that something is Do I go into details of everything that went wrong? Or go into the details of what's been…

First off: The migraines are down to one a week or so. Some weeks a little more often. some weeks a little more often. The knees are behaving. The body is behaving (mostly). So, why the delay on updates? Because I have actually been busy since…

tl;dr? Skip past the poem for an update..... Bars of pain stronger than steel and less flexible Hold me trapped for weeks without end I sit in the dark hoping the pain will disappear The only light I can stand has a green tint to it Unable to type…

(Fair warning.... I am writing this during the Mercury vs Storm playoff game. If it seems disjoint, blame it on that.) This poem started itself last year during the drive to IL. As I wrote the Thanksgiving poem, the thought kept running through my…

Follow · 3 min read Photo by on Unsplash I. You say you will never give up You will always keep trying To get me back, pull me back in What you don’t see Is how much worse you make it You can’t understand Won’t understand What the real problem…

Just a quick update on personal stuff while I wait for a poem to be published. My knee is doing much better. It turns out that it was slightly dislocated. No one knew it because of the strange structure of my joints. How did we find out? It popped…

Five years Five years ago, I published my first poem on Medium. I wrote it on a whim. I posted on FB that I didn't know whether to share it or not. After encouragement, I did publish it. I knew so much less...…

A reply to my first poem on Medium Follow · 2 min read Different brace. Different couch. Different location. Same knee. Five years of Writing wondering Sharing conjuring Turning feelings Into words Into poems Falling into pits Climbing out…

Five years ago today, I published my first poem on Medium. I had written poems when I was younger, but hadn't written one in a very long time. I only had the courage to start again because my other posts on Medium had been well received. Those posts?…

The poem If B hadn't been a geek, he might have been a geologist. Like all kids, he collected rocks from an early age. He even took a geology class at Wartburg that did a kind of geology tour of parts of the Midwest. Because of B's love of geology,…

Red rivers flowing over blackened land Follow · 2 min read Photo by PIXNIO Beauty erupting from the ground Red rivers flowing over blackened land Fountains of black and red in the caldera Pouring out across the area Searing heat, chemicals…

Grandparents... It seems to me that I only spent a very small part of my life being where I could see them. This thought, plus the distance to Jorge and family, that inspired this poem. I know it is long and complicated, but it feels right. I started…

Missing my grandparents and my grandkids Kathy Jacobs Jul 27 · 4 min read Missing my grandparents Grandpa J* was a fisherman Not by trade, but by hobby He grew strawberries outside Other plants inside He loved his baseball No one could talk when he…

Lots has happened, and yet not much is new. Let me explain... My daylilies have bloomed, as you can see. A couple of them freaked us all out by being pure yellow, the rest of them are the gorgeous orange and yellow combo you see above. One or two of…