Cancer Poetry

I have been out of the blogging business for quite some time now. I have not been out of the writing business though. Currently I am working on a young adult novel. The tentative title is, One Hundred Seventy Days With Marilyn. 

It feels good. I'll probably keep updating about the progress of the book. Thing is - it doesn't feel like work. When I am not writing, I read about writing. I think about writing. I have little epiphanies at the strangest times. Taking a shower, going out for a walk, painting the shed. Dreaming. 

I feel as though I need to get back to my roots and write about the wonderful, the mysterious, the mundane. The people and events that shape my life. 

If you have checked in on my blogs in the past (bless you), you know that at one time I was a regular. It might take me a while to gain that momentum again. 

People don't much read blogs anymore. No, it's the Facebook, Instagram, Twitter. Frankly, not a whole lot of people read books anymore. 

But writing is, at least in part, for the writer, right?

Here's a little piece (a text - HA!) I wrote to my principal and my friend about going to the doctor. She said with the right line breaks it might be poetry. Hmmm

You be the judge. It ain't like James M. Woods (see blog scroll for some real, honest-to-God poetry).

Thanks for reading. 

I'll be back.

Tim





SKIN DOC

Went to the skin doc on Thursday

She sort of keeps my cancer business
in check

Along with my oncologist

I have seen her a dozen times or more

Never in clothes

By the time she comes in
I am always in my skivvies

Weird relationship, huh?

(Nine years since my malignant 
melanoma, by the way 

But I should never feel at ease about it

There is no statute of limitations
on malignant melanoma

THANKS, DOC!)

I leave a little part of me with her
whenever I see her

Not in a love song way

I mean a piece of my body

This time a piece of my cheek

Like I'm not rough looking enough