Tag Archives: Kenneth Salzmann

Counting My Dead

Because the dark corners of night can tug at sleep more readily now that years like regrets are piling up and crowding my dreams, I am counting my dead at sixty-five, and coming to know not all of my corpses … Continue reading

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Progress Notes

“I want to be treated by a doctor who has read Macbeth” —Jaroslav Pelikan The doctor is a 52 y/o man coming into our lives unbidden. A preliminary examination reveals him to be sound of science, if disengaged. His understanding … Continue reading

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