It Starts Here … Deconstructing the anatomy of an open heart team is like reading the writing on a wall from some war memorial somewhere, remembering a lot of somebody’s, that were in a lot of battles somewhere, fighting for a lot of something. Nothing stands out. Different hats, different times, different weapons, for sure…
Water is casual as it drips – callous – and suggestive… It can be rough, flat, but never indifferent… Salient it is… Expressionless, remorseless, relentless. Unable to emote – A reflection of its environment – It sucks up color that surrounds it – Ripples with a transient speculation of direction suggested by the wind –…
It takes a while to digest stuff- Yeah- did a heart today, and then another- first was an aortic valve replacement- second was a guy missing the last half of his right foot, who had lost his wife a year ago and needed a new motor. Sometimes people send post cards to their loved one’s…
Wow… Made a difference… There was a soul about to be lost- a 14 day old baby without the diaphragm muscle allowed to sustain an equal break to challenge the country western songs we turn to when Life escalates to misery- yeah he didn’t really have that chance- just a gust of air to his…
The beeper is that slab of ice. Spanking cold water and a cardiac stress test in 2 seconds flat.
A fresh face for a new beginning. Or so it seems…. The pessimist I am always that, but I seem to get more opportunistic as a vacation hovers, a scent of exuberance flushed to opportunism- a fresh wind to take from those that do not relinquish readily, anything to anyone. A hint of hope and…
Unwritten Feathers 