I wrote this poem, ‘Fire in My Belly’, earlier this year about the mental agony of being physically held back by very severe ME. #poetry #ME #chronicillness

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"There's not going to be a lake scene, you stupid slut."

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I don’t know why I was wearing a white shirt and tie, or why I was standing in an alley when Robin Williams approached me and asked if I was a lawyer, but when I reached out to shake his hand . . . I fell out of bed. Ouch

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I don’t know why I often think that I can get a number of things done in a day off. But the energy doesn’t last long enough, and the pain depends on the day. Today I just did a few things, nowhere near what was on my list of hopes and intentions.

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These Poetry Hikes are delightful and unique. Follow my friend Grant though Penn’s Woods as he reads poems to you.

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