Poem: Is There a Nurse in the House? It’s the nurse who answers when your suffering is unbearable, when you’re tired, troubled, or tormented. Your family has gone home; it’s the nurse who remains, a guardian of your pain. Home is here for now, where only the drugged or...

Poem: Is This Us? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Us, a new show, all slurpy and sloppy, grins slathered like marmalade, all over everything. Even cancer comes with epiphanies and revelations. This is Us, about us?  I ask, He stares at the screen. Texas Hold’em, the river; He dives in as I float by, waiting,...