Pris Campbell
Going with the Flow
The neighbors stare when I roll by in my power chair, sun visor low on my forehead. Wanting to explain. Feeling like a freak. Different. Disempowered. Unseen for who I really am—sick outside, yes, but a poet inside, telegraphing my soul’s holiest words, released in the back draft of my passing.
flight training the baby bluebird drops from its nest
About the Author
The haiga, haiku, haibun, free verse, and tanka of Pris Campbell have appeared in numerous print and online journals. She also has placed or had honorable mention in a number of competitions and published eight books/chapbooks. A former clinical psychologist until sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990, she makes her home with her husband in Southeast Florida.
Pris this is beautiful.I love your work.Recently read one of yours about a swimming pool ,it was one of best I have ever read John Budan
John,
Thank you so much. Yes, the PT in the swimming pool with me is one I like, too.
Pris
Go girl. You rock like nobody’s business.
Alexis, thanks. We can rock together!
Pris
What’s released in the backdraft of your passing is a feistiness I find both powerful and refreshing. This makes me smile each time I read it.
deborah