Dawn Breaks with Nausea and Silver
THE WARD a monthly feature by Elisabeth Horan Hello lovelies - welcome back to The Ward - I have always felt trees - their cuts, their limbs, sap as blood, roots as toes...growth as my growth, loss as my loss. Robert Kenter and I are working on a collection with his tree photos and my poetry. When I see his trees - I feel things.. pain, fear, love, loneliness - I react. This poem and photo sang together in shimmering pain and anxiety the day of my surgery. And the trees and I
