Photo Source: Unsplash On being told I have prostate cancer (A love poem) my first thoughts were of mechanical knives inching off my life in equal segments and then, noisily, crashing to an end and us together no longer ah Jeannette, if I could I would shed my skin like a snake segment by segment, inch by inch and stand before you fresh and new to live as I like to think we lived: celestial objects, shining bright, running true, trailing luminous segments circling in orbit around...

Photo Source: Unsplash Michael came to visit. No one ever visited anymore though both Michael and Sasha knew that the distance was more mental than physical. He had come, he said, to see Jessica one last time before she died, and for that, Sasha could not deny him entry. Once inside, Michael slowly removed his cumbersome outer garment, and took a deep breath, enjoying, as he said, natural air, though both were aware it was not real air, just breathable. “You...