An excellent discussion of men’s mental health. Please read. ‘Let’s talk!’ – about mens’ mental health – http://wp.me/p3AKqK-hB
I have been reading the book I Don’t Want To Talk About It by Terrance Real, which is about depression as experienced by men. So far, about half way through, it’s an excellent book that proves to be very thought provoking. As someone that suffers from depression, who has been in therapy for a while […]
I’m don’t feel sad or blue. I don’t break down crying for no apparent reason. I still go to work — maybe begrudgingly, but I go. My appetite is normal. I am not suicidal. Everything is fine. But it’s not! I sleep A LOT. I fall asleep watching TV, reading, or even playing a video game. […]
A kite in the tree the crab apple tree Want to get it down the kite is stuck and you only shrug Say “Let the dog in” This is your life Charlie Brown A Monarch in the tree the kite is a Monarch Stuck in the tree In the crab apple tree Still you only […]
320 million lonely sparks of light shine for each other and sometimes by themselves, without an audience All moving, mostly circumscribed though some go astray, some falter some spin off, colliding with others destroying along their broken path some take, also breaking the calm, unto themselves what is not theirs some simply benignly sink or fade […]
Let sounds drip from finger tips onto guitar sting or keys on a board a slow soft arpeggio or pounding drums it doesn’t matter what just create some noise.
Behind the door, open almost always are small black puffs of Labrador hair flecks of white, red from a couple pits maybe a strand or two of husband/wife brown, his being a bit darker than hers a small but growing mass, protected behind the door, open almost always hidden from view and from broom which […]
Spontaneously staged videos rigged reality filthies facets of life Oozes slow into the small cracks like water seeping though walls it’s just a trickle that introduces rot and drenches dreams and dirties fantasy stains shiny aspirations like rust on chrome Flooded plains of our resolve, putrid with rot with no vision of higher ground, we drown.
Days flow down and away river jammed packed with logs groaning together on the raging waters from head of the flume to the gated and closed bottom groaning under pent up pressure as if influenced by their own desire to be free of the muddy slippery banks and confines from shore to distant shore to sail alone, with time […]
Slipping on that slick first step one of three two more to go barely balancing treading on two starting to recover on the drier third Up right and steady, ready to rock Upon hitting bottom or is this the top