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I offered an intense reading for the League of Canadian Poets BC Yukon and Territories, open mic recently. I was scrambled, volatile, and not in my comfort zone. I’ve tried to capture how it feels to be at the centre of so much emotion while trying to talk about the opioid medication I take for pain management. FAIR…

from Pieces of my Mind/ My Body in Parts aka My Life in Pieces My first contact, my brain’s first contact, with reality happened when I was six months old.[1] My Mother left me in a large brown baggy buggy with big wheels and no brakes. The weather was fine, and I was sleeping, so…

heart of my heart looks for a way out this body so ungrateful for it’s many years of uninterrupted service, my heart looks out from my stoop skips a beat boom boom out go the lights syncopated rhythm, desire beats all making one last run for it my heart out doing summersaults on the lawn…

Imagine food going down the wrong way and piling into your lungs. Oh, right MY lungs. I’ve been a mouth breather most of my life. Contributions to my snoring accepted, but not the noisy chewswing, even with my mouth closed from ear to ear. But I’ve looked up throat, wondering of course. I must be…

My left hip hurt. I went to the doctor several times who couldn’t find anything wrong, so the diagnosis was I was having adjustment problems, trouble fitting into my new urban environment. Maybe this is the first time my parents believed there was something not quite right in my head. Of course I was having…

(Suited for performance) My body says scream my body says pain my body says groan my body says grunt – grunt louder than Maria Sharapova my body says take that my body says heavy my body says stumble my body says slip my body says fall my body says fracture My surgeon says broken ankle, my…

I can remember having two of them. Not two left ankless Two ankles, a pair. A left and a right with a matching set of feet and legs. One hundred percent proclaimed the doctor slapping my bottom. But now, with one foot in the grave, I only have one ankle left, (the right) 50% sub-optimal.…

I’ve been married three times, each time to a designer, renovating my heart. I’m still standing, though not as often. My heart is irregular and incompetent, still it keeps beating all the time. Arrhythmia is what it’s called, that flutter, that irregularity. My friend said “just imagine, you’re a lucky man, you have a butterfly…

My foot hurts My hand hurts My elbow hurts My knee hurts My hip hurts My shoulder hurts My neck hurts My head hurts I’ve got megahertz

These photos were sent to us by an attendee – thank you Lucy!