by William Moore | Jul 14, 2025 | William |
Know who's calling the shots The surgeon, the good one, Dr. Casino (for real), glides into your room eyeing her hands, nodding in approval (still godlike). She checks the post-surgical wound, inspects the two drain bags (fluid collection still high). This is five...
by William Moore | Jul 28, 2016 | William |
Pantiusly Yours (There will be days when you have nothing more to offer than the stubborn remains of a failed Catholicism, an obsession with pants, and a grudging admiration for TV admen (the sheer persistence). Offer it anyway and come back tomorrow.) Illustration...
by William Moore | Jun 17, 2016 | William |
And Your Daughter? Fast forward faster. Past the marionette months of drain bags, catheter tubes, and petulant fevers with an affinity for threes (a.m., one oh). Your arms look overly naked. Your unadorned body now a stranger, unrecognizable without something to...
by William Moore | Jun 8, 2016 | William |
Keystone Specialists Philly suburbs, visiting family. You told yourself you weren’t going to be sad this time. It’ll have been 15 years since she died. Enough. This year, we celebrate her. The stomach ache started on the way down. It’s now day...
by William Moore | Oct 7, 2015 | William |
Morphine The river was perfect that day. Mattresses floated with disregard. Futons sank, deservedly so. To be a bed and a couch is already too much, and either way, not a boat. Mattresses, however. Who doesn’t want to float with disregard? (Clarification. There are no...
by William Moore | Oct 6, 2015 | William |
Directives You get no pretty pictures here. Ok? Alright? You’re going home. At least nod so I know you understand. Ok? Good. You got this tube inside you that runs up your arm, across your chest here, to your central artery. That’s your heart....
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