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Shmoo

I think I am one life, one memory cloaked injury shield hawk guarded field I think I am one hazy sunlit shade reflected fire blade craving another run Never done, un-won stroking heat beat, back beat street meat I think I am one cheap cheetah tearing raw flesh praying for vulnerability Continue reading “Shmoo”

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The Writer

Mercenary steam engulfs steel beams, borderLines IdentIty. I write my dream… Moving through time Writers’ Suicides: collide—sublime. “No Exit is Blind.” Illness, not overcome; The DSM: never done. The Labeled never won; kept a distance from The Sun. Closely-reading—pain; The Battle and The Blame. Scholars making games: an education-maze. Students read Patients’ novelsContinue reading “The Writer”

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Minutes After Midnight

“Jung alone among the great psychologists refused to classify people into groups according to their sufferings. He has been charged with failing to provide a detailed and systematic theory of neurosis along with etiology and treatment. Is this really a failing? Perhaps it is his virtue to have alone recognized the gross inadequacy of onlyContinue reading “Minutes After Midnight”