Charles van Heck's Woodhull Journal

Holland

  • A Hospital Morning With Poetry

    This morning was hospital day. This is when I make the mortgage and car payments for the doctors. A friend of mine always receives hugs when she meets with the nurses and doctors. I was greeted with a cheerful, “Good… Continue reading

  • SKATING ON A RAZOR’S EDGE

    This morning, I awoke feeling as if I were skating on a razor’s edge to the Rolling Stone’s “Sympathy for the Devil.” I distinctly recall one of the last conversations with my father. This took place on an April afternoon… Continue reading