The Writer’s Daughter
I have to learn how to trust again. Live a little. Let go of Santa Monica, autumn’s quaint country, cloud people, clowns with stars...
Adverse Childhood Experience (trauma focus)
"I don't love you, Octavia. I don't love you. I don't love you. Octavia wanted to tell her mother, if you don't love me,...
Attempting Suicide: The Human Stain, Lady Macbeth and Sylvia Plath
I was always looking for love. Here, see, my gorgeous wrists that I tried to slit once upon a time maybe because of him...
The British Pen Pal
16 March 2014
Dear Churchill,
I was so looking forward to you telling me about your trip to Amsterdam. I read your letter repeatedly and left...
Provincial Hospital’s Psychiatric Ward while waiting for a bed at EDH
I was born into the wild of this country. A wilderness of steel wasteland; sky and street shadow me like the white sun, yellow...
Sobriety And The Female Poet
I will not smile because that is not what attracts you to me. Instead it is fire. Instead it is sitting in the school...
Daniel Barenboim and Elena Bashkirova
The day I fell in love with an intellectual was when I first met you. Although I didn’t think it was love, call it...
Dialogue Between The Formal Structure Of Trauma And The Poetess
I am waiting for someone to tell me that they see my value. Dorianne Laux, the American poet was a sanitorium cook, a gas...
The Pathology Of Modern Solitude
I’ll leave the pain for tomorrow. Won’t even think about it until tomorrow. That is, if tomorrow ever comes. So, I walk in the...
Power
There is mind energy in the cycles of life that have become the norm transforming the ways in which we think about indoctrination and...