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An odd thought strikes me…

September 1, 2022 by David Horton, posted in atheism, cancer, History, literature, media, science

“An odd thought strikes me:—we shall receive no letters in the grave” (Samuel Johnson)

It strikes me that there will be books written, music performed, art created, films directed, science discovered – that I will never know about.

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Stands to reason

May 28, 2022 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, cancer, climate change, ecology, evolution, guns, History, poetry, politics, science

As long as

counter-

intuitive

is a thing,

common

sense

isn’t a thing.

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Pressure point

August 30, 2021 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

Comes a time in

everyone’s

life when the most

thrilling event

of a week is

not a party

or a present

or promotion

or lottery

win, but just a

low blood pressure

reading for once.

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But that was yesterday

August 27, 2021 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

Once upon a

time I was much

more than the sum

of my ailments

and side effects

of medicines,

but now I have

no time left for

anything else.

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Catch me if you can

August 10, 2021 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

Anxiety

will cunningly

disguise itself

with the symptoms

of heart disease

and the cancers

playing hide and

seek with your mind.

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3 am

October 2, 2020 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

Monsters in

the cupboard?

Or monsters

under the

bed? No, the

monsters in

my body

set off the

night fears now.

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Fresh air

August 16, 2020 by David Horton, posted in cancer, History, literature, poetry

I was not
aware of
taking my
first breath and
I will not
be aware
of my last,
but all the
others were
precious.

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Losers

July 9, 2020 by David Horton, posted in atheism, cancer, History, literature, poetry

The sign at the

Supermarket

checkout proudly

said “new winners

every day”,

which is a much

better deal than

we all get at

the Life checkout.

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Battle stations

February 25, 2020 by David Horton, posted in cancer, poetry

You don’t battle

cancer,

but you do

battle

side effects

and

after effects

that are

caused by

cancer

treatment.

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Last orders please

February 22, 2020 by David Horton, posted in cancer, History, literature, poetry

Last school day,

last work day,

last drive,

last sex,

last walk,

last outdoors,

last room,

last meal,

last breath.

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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