The Sun Gathers Form: A Prompt Poem for Poetry Month 2026

For this year’s poetry month in April the wonderful online literary journal, Epistemic Lit, held a one-sentence poem contest. A one-word prompt was shared online each day and participants posted their entries on social media.

I started the month strong, but then had a PSC flare on April 5 and ended up hospitalized by April 20th. I was very sick, but writing a one-sentence poem almost every day felt possible. Honestly, I think the process kept me sane through the entire month’s health ordeal.

Four of my one-sentence poems were chosen for their special poetry month edition. You can read—and hear—all 30 winners here: https://epistemiclit.com/nationalpoetrymonth-one/

Most Canadian literary magazines don’t accept previously published work—including pieces shared on social media—so I decided to edit my 30 one-sentence poems into one long poem and share it here. You may find some symptomatology writing in this piece given just how sick I was while I was writing some of the entries.

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Crip Time is Usually Not Writing Time

A post on why I’ve been neglecting my blog.

My Primary Sclerosing Cholangitis (PSC) has progressed to the point where some of my flares require long hospitalizations, more IV antibiotics, and ERCPs. I’ve been much sicker for much longer, and sometimes I don’t even have the focus to do much embroidery.

A red & purple organza liver basted onto grey linen. The biliary system with all its branches between the two layers of organza is filled with bilious green. There are small yellow beads on the biliary system inside the smaller lobe. There are white beads sewn on the narrow end of the top organza liver. An arched T shape filled with tight crisscrossing stitches in thick off-white thread separates the large & small lobes of the liver and curves over the top. There are various blocks of text stitched in light grey single strand thread around the image. Some of them are cut off in this photo. They read: roots grow in us. through our landscapes. plexuses. fleshy beasts tethered. By fluid and ligaments. Such a gentle embrace. Beneath our skin. Here is the thing. Laid open. The spells it. A language. Between. this golden ingot. This tailed beast. And its viscous song. What a miracle these spaces. Are what make us whole.
A detail of my liver embroidery tethered by fluid & ligaments (2023) with some of the strictures typical of PSC done as agate beads, with some liver abscesses on the top layer of organza. I have many more strictures now, and as of November 2025 I no longer have a gallbladder. More about this piece here.
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