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hail mary i need to pee Mary I, Hail Mary, Questions To Ask, This Or That Questions, Do Fantasy, I Need To Pee, Long Term Care, My Poetry

hail mary i need to pee

In March 2017, I wrote an open letter to Québec’s Minister of Health regarding the rationing of incontinence products in the province’s long-term care facilities. The letter includes a …

alone: a heartbreaking poem by lilly who lives with dementia Anxiety And Anger, Living With Dementia, Sad Poems, Feeling Lonely, Losing Me, Year Old, Give It To Me, Poetry, Things To Come

alone: a heartbreaking poem by 89-year-old lilly who lives with dementia

September 8, 2019: “Do you want me to read you the really sad poem I wrote last week?” Lilly* asks. “Gee Lilly, I don’t know,” I say. “Not if it’s really s…

June I wrote this a month or two before I had to put little Pia Roma to sleep on June I was in anguish for months, hoping she would die a natural death before I had to euthanize… Little Kitty, In A Heartbeat, Winter Hats, Poetry, Death, Kitten, Poems, Poem

euthanasia

June 26, 2019: I wrote this a month or two before I had to put little Pia Roma to sleep on June 29, 2018. I was in anguish for months, hoping she would die a natural death before I had to euthanize…

keeping your cool in the face of complete and utter insanity is easier than you think Drug Free, Keep Your Cool, Thinking Of You, Poetry, Writing, Cool Stuff, Face, Inspiration, Thinking About You

keeping your cool in the face of complete and utter insanity is easier than you think

I once wrote a poem instead of screaming out loud. It helped me. Maybe it will help you too. It’s well known that seemingly crazy behaviour is more often than not a rational res…

At some point in most dementia care partners’ experience they will find themselves on this battleground: wishing for their loved one the peace that comes with death, while feeling immense gri… I Wish You Would, Dementia Care, Laughing And Crying, God Prayer, Smiles And Laughs, Her Smile, Regrets, Grief, Poetry

eternal anguish

At some point in most dementia care partners’ experience they will find themselves on this battleground: wishing for their loved one the peace that comes with death, while feeling immense gri…

5 beautiful & powerful poems by mary oliver Mary Oliver, Poems Beautiful, Fighter Jets, Poetry, Poems, Hunting, Poem

5 beautiful & powerful poems by mary oliver

This morning I was introduced to these five beautiful poems by Mary Oliver (the poet herself reads them in the video below): Wild Geese Percy The Journey The Summer Day...

This poem was inspired by (and co-created with), a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about what causes us to become marked, both inside and out, and what that. Anonymous, Poem, Poems, Poetry

scarred

This poem was inspired by (and co-created with), a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about what causes us to become marked, both inside and out, and what that...

a daughter’s rendering and remembering Get Over It, Poetry, Daughter, Mom, Feelings, My Daughter, Poems, Mothers, Poem

a daughter’s rendering and remembering

November 16, 2018: I doubt I will ever get over the deep grief I feel each November 16, the day my mother was relocated to #DementiaJail in 2012. All I can do is try to process it in whatever way I…

ascendants: awakening to where and whom we came from Dementia Care, Alzheimers, Awakening, Poetry, Country Roads, Grandmothers, Day, Poems, Poem

ascendants: awakening to where and whom we came from

Some days I miss my home and my mom more than others. I think about her, and my grandmothers, and my grandmothers’ mothers and grandmothers, and their grandmothers and so on. Ascendants: thos…

for the sake of childish games Disney Characters, Fictional Characters, Cinderella, Poetry, Disney Princess, Games, Gaming, Toys, Poems

for the sake of childish games

I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I...

even in prison there's space between the bars Monopoly Man, Vegas Lights, Fight The Good Fight, Prison Break, Neon Signs, Break Free, Fine Art, Bar, Brainstorm

even in prison there's space between the bars

quarantine a short poem by punkie quarantine fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with...

Detailed Tarot card meaning for the King of Swords including upright and reversed card meanings. Access the Biddy Tarot Card Meanings database - an extensive Tarot resource. King Of Swords Tarot, The Hierophant, The Hanged Man, Tarot Card Meanings, Wheel Of Fortune, Angel Cards, Learn Art, Tarot Readers, Tarot Decks

beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens

a nurse her re rhyme ©2015 by punkie the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to...

torn corners & confetti (the octet) Confetti, Poetry, Corner, Skull, Poems, Sugar Skull, Poem

torn corners & confetti (the octet)

In July 2015, I posted eight parts of a poem called torn corners and confetti, which I composed over eight days, then released over eight days. Each part was accompanied by a torn cor…

This poem was born July Poetry and prose are the only ways for me to publicly express my anger, frustration and despair. Hopscotch, Dutch, Poetry, Dutch People, Dutch Language, Poems, Sock Hop, Poem

hopscotch & double dutch

This poem was born July 25, 2015. Poetry and prose are the only ways for me to publicly express my anger, frustration and despair. Otherwise I feel powerless. The written word is one …

hickory dickory mockery by punkie chocolate boxes sly as foxes watch from on the shelf evil plotted clearly spotted blamed upon myself Hickory Dickory, Poetry, Poems, Poem

hickory dickory mockery

hickory dickory mockery by punkie chocolate boxes sly as foxes watch from on the shelf evil plotted clearly spotted blamed upon myself

I wrote this poem in March shortly after my visiting “privileges” at the dementia jail in which my mother resided were restricted to between 1 and 3 p. in the afternoon to punis… Poems, Moon, Writing, Stars, The Moon, Poetry, Sterne, Poem, Writing Process

the sun, the moon and the star

I wrote this poem in March 2015, shortly after my visiting “privileges” at the dementia jail in which my mother resided were restricted to between 1 and 3 p.m. in the afternoon to punis…