December: a poem in progress
The title to this blog entry refers to both an actual poem I’m working on and the general state of my mind and heart at this time. I’ve had some recent professional wins that I haven’t done any or much flogging on the Internet for because this past month I’ve had deaths in my family that I needed to mourn and participate in grieving rituals for.
A letter to a therapist
I once had a therapist who took issue with my needing to leave my workplace when I had mental health crisis reactions. In response, I wrote her a letter that turned into an essay about the lack of equity and parity between attitudes and treatments for mental health versus physical health conditions.
Essay: “Madness”
“Madness” is a graduate school-era rant, plain and simple. It’s wild, messy, pissed off, but there’s a lot of truth in it.
Essay: “The Sacred, the Ceremonial, and Substances”
As a longtime proud lightweight drinker, I’ve always been interested in people’s mores, values and practices when it comes to casual substance use. This essay explores some of my observations and my own values when it comes to mind-altering chemical use.
Essay: “Ars longa, life ain’t shit”
This graduate school prose piece is based on the ancient aphorism “Ars longa, vita brevis.” The essay applies the idea to my life and purpose of making art and being alive.
Essay: “Scars” [CONTENT ADVISORY]
CONTENT ADVISORY: Discussions of suicide attempts, behavioral health conditions including PTSD, psychiatric imprisonment and self-mutilation, including cutting, piercing and tattooing. Graphic descriptions of cutting.