I am mentally ill. That’s the official diagnosis. It’s a genetic predisposition and can’t be “cured” because the medical community is still researching the connection between genes, the wiring of the brain, and the interaction of the previous conditions with the environment. Materialism has disconnected medical “experts” from the wisdom of the ancients. IContinue reading “The Hidden Illness: Bipolar II”
Author Archives: I.O. Kirkwood
Swallowed by the Sun
I have traveled from island to city, a stranger, an outsider. I search for home, the promise of acceptance offered. I would give my flesh to warm my soul in the star of your heart. I had thought I loved, that family and fidelity were the center. I was thrown to a seaContinue reading “Swallowed by the Sun”
Fall Into Light
You relinquished your charcoal heart to my care. I have smudged my fingers in your darkness, tasted the ashes of your loneliness. I stir the cauldron of your mind as it simmers, the fragrant steam a scent of secrets and pain. I will amalgamate your soul, An inexorable pressure. Lies will leak from our mouthsContinue reading “Fall Into Light”
Gealach an Cuerna
I am your moon; A subtle force that affects your tides; A satellite to whom you turn and divine The mysteries of amour, ardor, and succor. I rise in your nights and set in your days. Waxing bright and beguiling, I illuminate dark secrets. Waning, wrapped in black velvet and a silver smile, IContinue reading “Gealach an Cuerna”
The Owls Are Not What They Seem
Hearth The Owls Are Not What They Seem Dark Holler Arts (http://darkhollerarts.com/) Release Date: November 11, 2016 Shadow Woods Metal Fest 2015 introduced me to The Owls Are Not What They Seem. The name’s a mouthful and their sound is an earful. As black and white images flickered behind them, The Owls (ANWTS) used variousContinue reading “The Owls Are Not What They Seem”
It’s in the Air we Breathe.
Privilege Is fermented sugar added to any child’s mind, right and left, white and black male and female, To mash over centuries of Slow burn The result is poison, A Stockholm Craft Syndrome: Many laud the robust finish convinced they enjoy the taste. I.O. Kirkwood (c) 2017
PSYCHE
I want to believe that a Sacred Other Awaits my awakening; I want to believe that Eros, in his labyrinth of Shadows, gnarled roots, And faery gold, Is looking for a good Woman to save him. 2017© I.O.Kirkwood #fallingtoblack
When Life Was Simpler
– I.O. Kirkwood When I was unhappy with my human, I would piss on his Egyptian Cotton sheets, 1000-thread-count, Wrapped perfectly around a memory Foam mattress. He’ll never Lock me in the bedroom. Again. 2016 © iokirkwood.com “When Life Was Simpler.’” All rights reserved.
SAMHAIN: Musings on Pain and Death–A Personal Journey
Calm as you please, my mother set an incisor and a canine on the Formica table top. The teeth were pearly white, perfectly shaped and free of decay. She pointed to the incisor. “This came out at the doctor’s office while you were on the phone.” She pointed to the canine. “This came out last week. I startedContinue reading “SAMHAIN: Musings on Pain and Death–A Personal Journey”
Immigrant
My friend immigrated from Pakistan when he was eleven. He might be thirty years or so old now. He has an accent. He looks Middle Eastern with large, dark brown eyes and glossy, black hair and a quick and ready smile. He prays to Allah every day facing Mecca, several times a day and quiteContinue reading “Immigrant”
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