POEMS

To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,...

There's A Hole In The Sidewalk Autobiography in Five Short Chapters By Portia Nelson Chapter One I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost .... I am helpless. It isn't my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. Chapter Two I...

A note from Rulik Sweet Darkness by David White is a good prescription for a certain kind of depression. The kind that comes from ongoing attacks on the self. Initially, these might have come from a judgmental parent. Later, that judgment was internalized, turning...