Tags Anemia

A poem about Sickle Cell Anemia. (Previously published in "The Great Black North: Contemporary African Canadian Poetry")

a strange blue painting a gurney the sound of a blood pressure pump the smell of antiseptic an abandoned wheelchair an old wom..

On Wednesday I had an echocardiogram done an ultrasound for the heart to check to make sure everything was ok. For the first time in ..

as a kid I felt I could never catch up with my friends with my homework physically or catch my breath everything felt like I was ru..

the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking fo..

the sacred wound a sacred life the womb that no knife can cut. The tribe migration deeper into the mountains looking ..

My friend has anemia. Her head spins, oh mama mia!

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