Tested by Kay Robertson Critically ill, hurting, mind fogged by drugs, he endures possible cures, deadly side effects; survival remains a fickle bitch. A year later, despite the odds, scarred by many surgeries he’s very much alive. Home at last,... Continue Reading →
Spin by Kay Robertson Incoming tides crash on battered shore, determined waves splinter sunlight, shadows tremble. What was visible moments ago becomes obscured by murky cross-currents. In politics, veracity resides in the depths, at the mercy of slippery facts. Kay... Continue Reading →
Diminuendo by Kay Robertson Son dips wash cloth in warm water, soapsuds slip over latex-gloved hands, with gentle thoroughness, he washes his father’s thin-skinned, blue veined flesh. He holds the long-fingered hands, remembers Dad playing the piano. Memory of beloved... Continue Reading →
It Comes Down to This by Kay Robertson I sit alone in a sunny room at the adult family home, waiting for a caregiver to wheel me to dinner. In the hall I hear a familiar voice, “Help me, help... Continue Reading →
Migration by Kay Robertson Old man’s pleasures: a warm stove, hot tea, a pipe; despite my quilted robe, I shiver. High overhead, migrating geese mutter as they fly south over snowy fields My grandsons run red-cheeked in biting cold, pause... Continue Reading →
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