Spring Emotions

Rich rain smell scent of melting snow Usher departure of deep rooted frost saturated bedding for browned blades grass loose-rooted gently nudged awake by sun’s growing fever. I, long asleep, winter wrapped, reach tired arms, achingly, toward you, toward your warmth, to melt deeply rooted frosts of anger and loosely rooted spears of fear

Depressed and feeling it.

Sorry to anyone that faithfully follows or looks forward to my new poems (is there anyone like that?), as I haven’t been really “with it” since I last had a spate of inspiration.  Since then I have kinda swung into a depressive state and my productivity all around is a bit lacking. Anyone with major depression or […]

Dry Spell

Right now I am struggling through a writing dry spell.  Normally when this happens I switch to some other creative endeavor for some period of time, particularly music — but that’s not happened this time.  Thinking I am struggling with a low-grade depression.  Hmm.. Anyway here’s a photo I just took to look at and […]

The Depression of a Mime

Living totally within a box of perfect glass an old sad-faced mime reaching slowly to touch a flower, a face, anything but forever just failing to really get sense of feeling outside of the round dullness or only quick flashes of happiness through the window or open door is closed again turning outside in and […]

Does the tone of music produces say anything about mood?

As someone that struggles with bipolar disorder, I find music impacts me at a very visceral level.  I don’t know how it is for ‘normies” (i.e. people without mental or emotion disorders), but music can, and often does, impact my mood in very intense ways. That said, it’s not always as you might think.  When […]

Sailing on Emotions — A Poem about Struggles with Depression

   Rough waters wash over slick  wooden slivered edges Spilling frigid waters of fear and little pin-pricks of pain  to weary and numb worn limbs, in the deepening darkness of this emotional torrent,  meyself,  like a storm shaken life boat barely bouyant  sailing between swales, searching skies for signs  of an eventual end to  these sun shunned days.     ~~~~ […]

Qualm — A Poem about Depression and Writing Poetry

Brain-locked and feeling blue Hunting for well wrought words that aught to freely flow forth and normally come tumbling out of active mind into screen nice and clean all wrapped up, But these are dirty and battered Forced and fucked with, ill-fitting like a pieces of a puzzle pounded in place, pried apart and pasted […]