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”
Category Archives: Sickness
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”
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”
