a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 8 Neither Rhymer Nor Reasoner I haven’t done a rhymer yet. I wanna do a rhymer. Perhaps if I set a timer.
a year-long diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 7 Words to Live By Elise has listened within and taken charge of her own treatment. First: cleanse the bowels. Words to live by.
a year-long diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 6 The Lot of Us So lost So brave So beautiful
a year-long diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 5 Hell to the Hail On Friday we met with Nature Doc, also an MD. I like him. He dispensed the gall bladder/liver protocol and the short protocol Designed to melt and expel the green hailstones that fell into my wife’s gut.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 4 A Beautiful Bar is a Beautiful Thing (Tony’s, Downtown LA) Thick heavy old school wooden bar on downtown stained concrete floor Wooden shelves climbing the mirror behind the bar like stairs Ranged with the world’s sweet whiskeys in glittering rows
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 3 Mistress of Her Bilious Organ Sweet Elise remains tonight mistress of her bilious organ and all her parts, Wheeled out of the hospital courage, determination and gall bladder intact Despite ER docs, residents and surgeons anxious to yank her gravelous GB.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 2 Detail Scrupulous detail in child’s parade painting on white hospital corridor wall tells me: Pay Attention. I squeeze into Elise’s hospital bed to doze beside her for one sweet hour. She holds onto her gallbladder by a thread.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 1 [Ed. Note: Starting today, Jeff Rogers from "Hippie Squared" will start keeping a yearlong diary in Three-Line Poems and sharing them on this site. I love projects like this, so let's wish him lots and lots of luck] Gutstones You’ve got one life this [...]
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