Poetry

Me alive apparently - not sure. Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged. That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...

In the deep dark forest lived many animals and plants, trees and mountain cliffs and trails. There once was a ranger and his wife...

Didn't know I was in trouble, When I fell into, Your chemical embrace, But now I can see, When is all said and done, You’re a chemical disgrace

Inside my brain Inside my brain are pitch black bits, They cause me to forget. I got them many years ago, Do I hate them?  You bet! All sorts...

I can't cope with living anymore Leaving for good should be a choice Should be empty of moral guilt I'll never get over my Mom's passing I'll never...

My daughter asked: "Can I have a Clonazapam, dad?" "You bet." Why argue with a stage 4 sarcoma? It could take a week to become dependant. Why worry? Waiting for...

I’ll sit here in this desperate chair thinking tainted thoughts. I’ll cultivate anger and contempt for all that has been lost. My mind is...

Dear Doctor, No breath left in my body I'm writing, trying to think Something which doesn't speak Of the craziness I see inside Tap tap tap I can hear...

Forgiven, a sonnet -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how to write down my request or where it has to go to find my boy. I hope while drifting up...

I wrote this poem using selected extracts (pages 212-217) from Prince Harry’s book, ‘Spare’, and reflecting on the extent to which his writings might...

I look into the dark pool I see colors spinning Inklings Of what has yet to become With one prick of my finger The ripples of change Cast outwards Water cannot...

I found meaning where it was all along in the living of this moment the breathing of this breath the pictures in my mind in my view of the world

October 15th 3:54am Holiday Inn Express Room 321 or 123 I. I am death. I am life. I am Satan. I am God. I am predator. I am...

And what is healing? Chiseling. Chipping. Picking. Smearing and rubbing off the grime. The gunk. The graffiti I no longer wish to wear. To hear. To feel in my left foot. Raised shoulder. Waist...

These are the last breaths you take; these are the last blood cells to rush through your veins. The walls of the room are the...

When I was indifferent, Life was easier. Day followed day. Beans from a can, Fresh Asian noodles I once loved, Sunny delicate spring days, Grey clouds and tedious half-hearted...

Battered and bloody locked up locked down in your broken down hallway “where is the exit?” I ask “Its in your hand” says the nurse “the little yellow pill” “Take it...

The psychiatrist sits across the room While asking me questions about how the Medication is going Seldom looking over at me As she types my responses at her...

A statement about grief, art, existence and “madness”

What if couples celebrate pose day instead of rose day? Teaching each other how to stand in front of the camera could be the best...

A rant dedicated to all “seniors” in geriatric wards and nursing homes we’re sick     we’re stuck     we’re fucked we’re labelled     we’re libelled “demented”      “incompetent”

2am is a bipolar blessing. On the one hand, Her clock ticks, waking worlds away. On the other… Dreams tattoo pulses of heart, Maneuvered by her beaten, brush stroking...

tents in the park In the city without a soul When misfits and outcasts were kicked out, Banished to exile, even the ancients historically Understood this sentence, this...

Dear Doctor, Can we please rewind, slip back in time? To the first time that we spoke. You say you don’t remember me It’s no trouble, Let’s refresh your memory I’m...

On Becoming a Butterfly Little did I know, the end was just the beginning Like the caterpillar, I shed my old skin as if I was supposed to...