Holding Cells Aren’t Helping

This is the tale of my stay at the Lawrence Memorial Med 6 Psychiatric Unit. It outlines how poor care is given even when the stay is voluntary.

June: Me

So I skipped a couple of months on the audio blogs because I was putting so much work into the idea of launching the new podcast (which should be Monday). This was the beginning of another pre-show but I had no co-host so I began to ramble about my life, medication, depression, etc.

Disemodied

A short poem about depersonalization. It also speaks to self-hate as well as attempting to over come that by re-uniting with the self.

Taking Down (From The Inside)

Fade the shades and lay with me
The light can’t see
Where we are now.
I clutch you, my photograph, tightly

From Treasure to Trash

From Treasure to Trash

For eight months I took pictures of my grandmother at various events and made her a lovely picture book. Find out why she hates it!

A Day At the Symphony

Not because they actually were sad, or bad, or even had by we happenstance came across misfortune: She simply sours sentiment.

Flowing Forward

All I could do was analyze the future and what was to be. I was stuck in a constant loop. No more. Now I am just flowing forward.

Gran’s 90th

…New England my uncle oversees that shit. Yeah that means literally nothing. The power of anchovies compels you…