Touch: The Journal of Healing
Touch: The Journal of Healing
Revival
by Kenneth P. Gurney
Without light I guessed
the stars fell out of the sky
or that my cave was too deep
for my healing.
And I guessed this was not sleep
for no color-splashed images
washed the insides
of my eyelids.
I feared it was death
and the long Dante drama
submerged below the surface
of the lake of fire.
But there was this strum,
this concordant vibration of moist heat,
the red pulse of a fleshy, ovoid wall—
my new fingers first encounter.
© 2011 Kenneth P. Gurney
Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA. He edits the NM poetry anthology Adobe Walls. His latest book of poems is An Accident Practiced. To learn more about Kenneth, visit his website.
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Issue 6, January 2011
“Even the gorgeous royal chariots wear out.”
Macular Degeneration: The Box of Rice Krispies
and Bag of Marshmallows on the Pharmacy Counter
Winter Afternoon (photograph)
Editors Choice:
very-sick-woman (photograph)