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Erin McGee Ferrell

Professionally a Visual Artist for over 30 years, I occasionally have poems that come to me. Please look at my paintings, ArtistAMERICAN.com, and understand that both the pen and the paintbrush do the same job. One I am a master of, the other...poetry...a novice. The past year I have dealt with Breast Cancer. My collection of works on this site reflect this unexpected and difficult journey. The Pirate Crew Paper Doll Collection is a Breast Cancer Educational Tool featuring Ms. Mastectomy, Ms. Chemotherapy, Ms. Radiation, Ms. Oophorectomy, and Ms. BRCA2. These works are dedicated to all who have walked in this path.

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Up To Six Prunes

Mom called me to let me know she had made it to six prunes.

"The Doctor told me my bowels are long and loopy", and so the prunes were prescribed.

"Your kids need prunes Erin, soak them daily in O.J. and make it work".

I am up to six a day, though I doubt I would rush it to that level.

Powerful stuff those prunes.

I thank her for the phone call and quickly erased the conversation from my day.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Transplanting Gardens

Yesterday I transplanted bits of my garden from NJ to MAINE.

HYDRANGEA, PEONY, BLACKBERRY VINE, CORAL BELLS, RHUBARB.

Dead looking bulbs come out of wet plastic bags that Lee and Camille lovingly packed.

Int. MAINE soil on a lovely warm November day.

Will these bulbs take root?

Will my clippings adapt and adopt this foreign strange soil?

by Erin McGee Ferrell

SlowTime

Just Me.

Sleeping 10 hours.

Granola and coffee in silence.

Empty time for refuelling.

College Process, Foster Kid Drama, Audit.

Graduation All Over.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Yoga Pants

At the airport today, my daughter met her group travelling to China.

"Where is your passport", I asked.

It is here, she motioned, patting the waist band of her pocket-less yoga pants.

Visions of air-plane toilet unit with documents plunging into the blue liquid, flood my mind - or worse, public Chinese restroom with hole to nowhere in the floor.

Please daughter, use your backpack.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Bag of Peas

Three bag of peas rest in my freezer.

Frozen and thawed over and over.

Their future undetermined.

Dinner or breasts?

by Erin McGee Ferrell

#July20

Things you don't live everyday:

Yesterday I went to the Chemo facility to get an ovary suppression injection and to start 10 years of post Chemo medicine.

In the waiting room, I witnessed a bald woman in her 30's , shackled with heavy metal chains and escorted by two prison guards walking in for treatment.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Kicking Pillows

I have a pillow issue. These squares of various hues and textures bring me joy.

Others in my family mock my demand, flinging the arrangements on floor and behind couch, annoyed by such item, impractical in functionality by long torso-ed men.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Summer Prayer #2016

My heart is full of nurturing and I need babies and youth to pour out into.

I rocognise my need to forgive, love and move on in my relationships with Dez, Athens, Angus and Mary.

The idol of artistic fame, I lay down and only ask that God, you would use my hands to bring pieces of you and your glory into the world and that I may point to you.

May each of our children embrace you as Lord and know your love in their entirety.

A M E N

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Dust in Sunshine

On this beautiful morning with the sun shining, all the dust in my house show up made visible.

What I thought was neat, actually cornered with dog hair and grit, overwhelming on my already busy dog.

No way to keep up.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

The Day After T.H.A.N.K.S.G.I.V.I.N.G

Bellies still full, I sleep in late.

The boys leave early to play on boards.

The girls take baths, read and drink gingerbread coffee.

Quick debit card declined at mountain - transfer funds.

Yet Lana from FIBURG answers 100 sale with a Yes.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Kitten In Fridge

My son told me the kitten had been shut in the fridge.

Fortunately, Angus was still hungry, so he had reason to open the door.

Bottom shelf, the kitten sat.

I am glad teenagers eat often.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Slow Winter

These days move so slowly. Long insides with short sun encounters through car windows. I keep a running to-do list of small accomplishment goals for structure and sanity. Despite exercising and lessening beer, my fat increases; shocked to see a new roll under my back bra strap. Grateful for sleep, stories, internet and new Spanish classes.

by Erin McGee Ferrell