mortality – Botkin Creative

-30-

My 30th birthday is tomorrow, and in many ways, I do not feel much different than I did at 25. Stronger, maybe; more capable, and also more fragile. I know the simple comfort of tucking myself into bed at night, in my own little house. I know the flush of blood pounding in my earsContinue reading “-30-“

Tests

Four-hour essay tests are tough, particularly if whether you graduate or not hangs in the balance. I just finished the second of two tests I have to pass to get my Master’s in T.E.S.L., about ten minutes ago. I say it was “tough,” but that’s a relative term. For sure, it was easier than writingContinue reading “Tests”

The crustacean’s pinch

Friday evening was spent around the pinochle table; the cards had all been played by the time I arrived. Ron, pushed back from the table, had become the center of attention. He had a thin trickle of hose leading from a swollen stomach to a large syringe filled with brown goop, which he peevishly heldContinue reading “The crustacean’s pinch”

Vita Brevis

Five and twenty, say the years portioned to me. Youth, they say; we have seen much more than you, so why fear dimming sight? You have known it since age 9. Spectacles shrink those lines beginning to crowd your lashes. You are still attractive. Young. Yet I feel the years lap against me, touch me,Continue reading “Vita Brevis”