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RE: Writing and health - in 2024 I had one miserable health hurdle after another. In utter anguish, I spent July 4th weekend in Bellevue Hospital, somewhat soothed by the embrace of RX morphine. Thanks to taking too many Ibuprofen, I'd developed itchy weeping welts. CRISIS! So I summoned the ultimate analgesic: The Muse. I began writing unusual werewolf poems. As long as I focused on the werewolfery, the Muse's anesthesia held. My werewolves focused on social woes: sex trafficking, domestic violence, family abandonment, child abuse, etc. Each werewolf poem shape-shifted - - Golden Shovels gave way to Glosa, sonnets gave way to mesostich acrostics, haibun gave way to Echo Verse . . . and each werewolf poem was accepted on its first submission to a zine. Health & haibuns = my RX! :-)

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