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THREE YEARS AND COUNTING!

I married the hardest-working super-woman three years ago, August 27th. I am grateful for everything she has brought into my life, and for saving my life from a respiratory depression in 2022. A long story, recounted in Always Breathe now making the rounds of Canadian publishers. Michelle has just submitted a completed draft of her Ph.D. dissertation and is a little at loose enns. It’s hurry up and wait.

We will celebrate the first day of “Arthritis month” on September the third with a reversed total shoulder replacement, a rational pain management strategy. I have lousy cartilage genetics, and many bone-on-bone situations, that are killing me, or driving me to chose MAiD, as a result. Michelle will experience my 12th serious surgery vicariously, and I thank her for submitting her dissertation in time to help me find my way through it. Four weeks with NO weight bearing activity on my left arm/shoulder at all. And then rehab starts.Total and reverse shoulder replacement diagramTotal and reverse shoulder replacement diagram

Fortunately, we have four excellent care aides that are scheduled, around the clock if and when necessary, to give us a hand, arm, shoulder and a lift. So, thanks to Davina, Jayden, Aimee and goodbye to Amanda who has gone on to a full-time job, and hello to Christine who is finishing her shift.

Happy Be Lated Anni versify Michelle. 

CRY, EH

CRATE

Gate
clangs shut

oh my my
pain pain

cleaves my
thunder rail

let’s play
pretend

my wheelchair
plays a tune

I hear
in my ear

high eh
cry , eh

die
die

God’ s got
you by the collar

~

Not at all what I wanted pacing my cage
now there’s a tune full of ache

 

BRAIN BRAIN PLEASE NO DRAIN

I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT SOME MORE SENSE IN MY BRAIN COME BACK!

 

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I listen to music, read, write poetry and prose, and make videocasts, usually in collaboration with visual and media artist Murray Toews. I am a writer with disabilities, or a disabled writer, or a neurodivergent crip writer. You choose the point of entry for your reading;  there are no border guards.  The welcome mat is out. Stomp your feet and leave your shoes on. 

Love & Surgery (Radiant 2019) is my most recent collection of words about love and loss, including my below-the-left- knee amputation, my most visible disability. "Lousy cartilage genetics,"  the surgeon's note. Lucky for me no phantom leg pain. Disappearing cartilage makes for severe osteoarthritis. Real pain is now an everyday companion, but usually held back enough with meds and meditation, to allow for making poems, stories, jokes, aphorisms all true enough, remembering narrators are unreliable and writers make shit up. 

Afghanistan Confessions, poems in the voice of Canadian soldiers, was published in 2014, boy in 2012. Lucky Man (2005) was nominated for the McNally Robinson Manitoba Book of the Year award.