Free Verse
Is It Myasthenia Gravis
the verdict is in, or so it seems - they said it was Myasthenia Gravis or was it? they treated him in the hospital for Immunoblulin (IVIG), and he seemed better, and they released him shortly after the endotracheal tube was taken out. IS IT MYASTHENIA GRAVIS OR (AIDP)
By Susan Paytonabout a month ago in Poets
The Canary
when had I thought it was me signaling to people within the minesâour home when the deafening silence just took over; I didn't notice my voice go quiet. people never came by anymore. They never came by to help a family. They noticed the canary's warning but I wasn't the first canary to collapse. mom spoke of once singing in a choir shared stories of hitting the highest notes talked about singing, but never once sang out how odd that it took me so long to understand that the canary was too late to notice the carbon monoxideâ that anger suffocating the home. An overlooked silence because mom stopped singing before her baby arrived
By Polite Adjacentabout a month ago in Poets
First Case of the Meaning of Life Scavenger Hunt
The Revamp. âŠâŠWe call them Vessels. Naked, something called alive, and a putridly high sense of self-importance from the factory, blemish here and thereâwhat? Thatâs called acne. Mind the sugar, but arenât they just the most adorable? Travels heavy and light, sights are outsourced, receipts in the docket, yet try this--*flick. Fucking blind as a bat. Forever shifting foci built into the programmable features. Nose bleeders should avoid the bleachers. Does, technically, mean they could accidentally rip an earth in two all over a new enemy to ruin. Fluid-powered, nuanced thinkers, if they choose, wink, wink, nudge return to the menus of the startup screen for their shrug-and-go autopilot system. Keep it under the right threshold, and theyâll never be more than partially aware. Means reflexes will feel like personality traits; let it ride. Again, some may rise; besides the physical, itâs just a miserable attic-dweller simulation of half-baked logic loops, and it kills itself trying to escape the crucibleâand theyâre gone. See?
By Willem Indigoabout a month ago in Poets
