Poems

The Nose Knows

Many years ago, my sister had epileptic seizures for a while. Hers were called temporal lobe seizures and they were usually preceded by an olfactory hallucination, or the sensation of smelling a scent which was not present. The scents she would often “smell,” just before her brain caused her to blackout, would often be a …

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Friday Call!

Friday Call! A poem (on the occasion of Dr. Seuss’ birthday) Quitting smoking sure is tough We’ve learned for years to love each puff And habits and feelings can make you crave To make this journey, you must be brave We’d like to help – you’re not alone You can call us on the telephone! …

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