Embodying Language A visual poem by Jill McCabe Johnson - "The body is a situation" Melissa Mathewson
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.
Make a Wish Grown-ups were always telling us to make a wish; when blowing out our birthday candles, when finding a four-leaf clover, when snapping the wishbone on the chicken after Sunday lunch.