• The Death of December 28th 2011... A poem about a death I attended very recently that impacted me unusually strongly... Over the choir of the hour, I hear the minute whisper, that life is a series of seconds, strung together one by one. A happy life is nothing more than a succession of happy seconds. But I watch this woman before me, as I hold her in my arms, twisting with fear and writhing in the agonized resistance to death as she advances towards it with every breath she takes. (Read Teal's poem, The Death of December 28, 2011.)

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