Short stories, poetry, haiku, expository and technical non-fiction. Report Cards and observations on writing. This began as my repository of exercises from the "What If?" self-help writers group at AOL. It has become more and less, since leaving AOL.

Sunday, March 5

Pain, subsiding now...

Pain, subsiding now
as NSAID’s course my veins
seeking connections to endorphins,
bringing surcease from swollen joints.

‘Til, unbidden, my gut rumbles,
wrenching tight like a rope,
stomach flopping like a fish on the dock
left by over eager boys as they bait another.

Thus continues the dance, pain to pain,
exchanging one for the other.
Well-being a forgotten memory
as yet another spasm wrings from my throat a gasp.

©2006 Wil Mosher

Saturday, March 4

Current Events

Aortic Stenosis Is A Death Sentence



Aortic stenosis

has a rotten prognosis

about eighteen months to two years.



First you can't breath,

except maybe to wheeze,

then you fall in a faint.



It's downhill from there,

a syncope nightmare,

with fatal results in the end.



Only surgery corrects,

and then, only some, get desired outcomes,

maybe five, or is it ten percent?



Warfarin for life,

PTI&R a constant strife,

right to the bitter end.



When you get a mechanical valve,

the strokes tend to be wild,

sans coumadin coursing in blood.



So Doc, if you please,

give me another disease...

one with a brighter outlook.



Something that's easy,

never too queasy,

with a happy ending in sight.



Because I'm truly repentant;

aortic stenosis is a death sentence,

and you're the one wielding the knife.



©2006 Wil Mosher, Glenburn, Maine

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Well past (by at least a decade) the half century mark. One foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel at the rim of the abyss and the view from here is disconcerting. I am a former student, pearl diver, cook, truck driver, firefighter, EMT, CEO, Town Fire Warden, mechanic, oiler, marine engineer and computer whiz bang. Mostly I sleep these days in an aluminum tube. And So It Goes... I waste my time reading blogs and kvetching about the weather, playing with our Schipperke sidekick, Ignatz McGraw and waiting hand by foot upon my wife, the Queen of our Hovel, She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO).