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  I traced your inked skin with my fingers, studied the history of your hell, plucked the piercings that recreated your pain, that displayed your shame. I could not protect you from the Monster under the bed who, on occasion, joined the family at the breakfast table and sipped coffee. Your anger poisoned the pranaContinue reading “The Alchemist”

One time, I thought I was clinically depressed and my mother cajoled me into driving an hour to her house. I hadn’t showered for several days, relying instead on a “European” bath of baby wipes and wet washcloths. I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks (!). I stripped out of the sleep pants and tee-shirtContinue reading “Part One: How Untreated Bipolar II Presents to Those Who Love You”

I dreamed your blood-stained flesh, a wound of Promethean Shame. The scythe of Janus haunted your days. Dressed only in the skin granted by the Furies, you sought me, Mnemosyne, the source of Redemption. I am the whisper in your mind, the sleep into which you fall to escape the swallowing Dark. I will seeContinue reading “Memory”

  Take up the Grail, my Love, and drink. A creature of stardust and broken glass, You crawled under my skin. You braved the labyrinth of my pain To find the cavern of misery at the core. The Yang of your flame conjures a star in the Yin of my darkness, Reveals the dormant jewelContinue reading “Drink My Heart”

  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”

  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”

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”

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