The next 48 hours were tough. When the aggressive soup was restrained at dinner on New Year’s Eve I received a visit from Liz Gifford shortly after dinner started. She was doing her cabin check and there I was groaning in my bunk with the window opened a slit for fresh cold air. I was…
My Travels: Poems and Delirium
I had not penned a poem for years but as I lay curled up in my bunk rocking from side to side, my mind light from the two-day fast and the drugs to try control the nausea, my thoughts floated away. I grasped these words out of nowhere when I realized how important it was…
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