Congrats to Gabriela Marie Milton and Ingrid Wilson!
My Poem, One Strong Megan, is published in the anthology. The poem is written about Megan’s ectopic near-death experience. Here’s a snippet!
One Strong Megan
I almost lost Megan.
Last Tuesday Megan stayed home from work.
Just before noon I heard my name called from upstairs.
Followed by the sound of Megan landing on the bathroom floor.
I was downstairs feeding Gavin his lunch.
Megan’s head was in between the toilet and the shower.
She was just opening her eyes.
Her breathing was highly elevated. She was perspiring heavily.
I started asking basic questions. She wasn’t able to focus her eyes.
From my point of view, Megan did not know who I was.
I flat lined emotionally. Everything slowed down.
I had my cell phone in my hand while asking Megan,
“Would you like an ambulance?”
I was calling regardless of her answer. She was pregnant.
We found out the previous Friday night that the pregnancy was ectopic.
Monday morning she had a follow up with her doctor to confirm
what the emergency room told her Friday night.
Her doctor gave her two shots of metho, told her she might feel cramping,
but that she’d be able to go to work on Tuesday.
There I squatted, on Tuesday, brushing the hair from Megan’s face.
“Yes, she’s starting to come to. Yes, she knows who she is.
No, her color seems alright. (I am color blind.)
Honey, they are telling me to tell you that help is on the way.
Ma’am, I need to run downstairs and get my son out of his high chair. He’ll tip it over.
Yes, I’ll be fast and I’ll come back up to be with Megan.”
Thank God Megan is strong.
The doctor was wrong. The worst possible situation was happening.
Megan had suffered a rupture and was bleeding internally.
To read the entire 975 word poem, please purchase the anthology here:
The world opened.
”I love you too.”
-I wrote about Megan. Her strength, courage, and love. It was an emotional piece of poetry to write. I felt as though Megan and I were again living the moment of her near-death experience.
Coming soon, in early of June 2022, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women.
To be included within these pages is absolutely thrilling!
I will be sharing the link to purchase, far and wide.
Thank you, Gabriela, for again giving me an opportunity. This one…this one means the world to me.
I will be pouring over all of the works that have been selected to be published in this anthology.
I hope everyone is doing well!
If death is the last act of life*
Is being conceived?
*Lucy Lipiner, Long Journey Home.
A Young Girl’s Memoir of Surviving The Holocaust
ps- i love this book
As I struggle to keep up I have this.
We who save one thought, has another to give-
as the machine is what it was never.
I like a man
who walks onto the stage
and crosses his heart
you say things
but when you say them
it becomes real
and we always knew
but we didn’t say it
My best friend told me this
We were young
He helped shape me
is more than enough