Writing consumes writers. No end of ones better than I am have said as much. The passion hurts relationships. I think off and on about people I love, but I think about writing all the time. Writing is hard, or everyone would do it.* By Peter Schjeldahl. I am feeling Quiltly (ha ha ha)
... read more.My (new) Left Foot
Follow me as I learn to walk with a prosthetic leg and left foot.
PROSPECTING
The two stanzas below were found among the papers of Jimmy Bang since deceased. There are several unnamed poems which seem to be written in German or Germlish and using translation program back to English, back and forth like a really good game of horseshoes, a real kick in the pants. I lift my match light my cigarette
... read more.It takes a village
UPDATED MONDAY JANUARY 31ST 2022 I had a telephone appointment with my GP this morning to review test results and look into the need for specialist follow-up from head to toe. Something like this: Head/my brain … UBCO Wellness walk-in…psychologist until psychiatrist has time for me and psychotherapy … neuropsychological testing
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Concerning Choice, Acceptance, and Disability
Author’s note: This is my story. Many people feel and think quite differently than I do. I believe it’s necessary and important to make room for diverse and multiple narratives of pain, suffering, mental illness, and disability among ourselves and visible to the public. I had a hot button pushed (of course like most I
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FLUBBING AN INTERVIEW
I was on CBC RADIO NOON, but couldn’t “find” my words. This is really frustrating and why I call the longer essay Pieces Of My Mind, as my words and my thinking feel like scattered pieces, and yes, I’m mad as hell about it. Let me see …how about a do-over.[1] Write it out.
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CLOTHES GET ON MY NERVES
BEWARE THE NAKED MAN Clothes get on my nerves. My sciatic nerve particularly. My back is degenerate, like mortal and pestle grinding my cartilage to dust. The nerves make me squeal, any waistband or belt draws the pain into my groin. Be aware of the naked man, spread-eagled on 400 thread cotton sweat shop sheets,
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I Dreamed I Met Justin Trudeau
Last night I dreamed I met Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in an almost empty Winnipeg Hudson’s Bay building. I explained a problem about needing new shoes for my feet, one real, one fake. I wanted real shoes, perhaps not as fancy as his, but leather white-collar shoes, black, brown, no matter. Not sandals, not sneakers,
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Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow’s good thing iswas theatre, preparing for the “Lame is…” cabaret. The good people; the whole company of 24 or more, in rehearsal. Big nights are next week Friday and Saturday. There’s a “pay what you can” matinee on Saturday afternoon. I’m making my adult stage debut as a sit-down comic. Come
... read more.MY DAILY FLOG: TODAY’S PAIN
It’s hard to explain, but my pain remains more or less the same. Three surgeries ameliorated pains in my hips (both artificial hips approaching 5th year) and in my left foot. It’s prosthetic replacement is allowing me to stand, to walk, and to sit more comfortably at my desk when I’m working. Nothing has been,
... read more.Me – My Left Foot
I am in Bed 3, though not right now. I am doing well enough I can go home and look after myself all long weekend. The walker photo is from week before last, the end of week two. I can easily make the rounds of the rehab gym on forearm crutches, and then on Friday,
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