That Missing Something

There’s something in the blueberries that my body needs. It might be the blue citric blue in its vitamin skin. It might be the tray of pebbles on a shelf in my ‘fridge. There’s something blue that’s missing from my body. Even a doctor advises that something’s in the berries. blue. — It could be

Wild horses fling their thoughts

I’ve clearly stepped into my own Back to the Future DeLorean. A post scheduled November 12th was made live today. Consequently the post found its way into the back list. I can only plead autumnal illness and an addled brain. Please read about “Wild Horses Don’t Break.” Writers with chest infections sometimes do. P.S. Number III is my

Glomerulonephritis

On and off for thirty years, the lone glow of green on a square rarely reaches a dark 2g a day most of the time its tenure is lime to yellow: the tiniest trace of proteinuria which is a fancy way of expressing I basically piss out the good stuff with regularity. In body awareness