
Beyond this world, lies the infinite.
Continue readingHelp, LORD, for the godly are no more
& we drown in mud
always wanting more
sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll
but, LORD, do you really care about this?
what’s wrong with a roll in the hay?
what’s wrong with being gay?
nothing at all, i suppose you’d say
Continue readingWhy, O LORD, do you stand far off?
up in cloudy heavens
obscured by bright suns
that brutalize my brethren
i seek peace, O LORD
but pieces of me shatter
into tiny shards
every time the gun shots
blare in this dystopian world
Continue readingThis is the entry-point to heaven.
Continue readingI am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
Continue readingJanuary was a decent month for me, and I figured I’d give an update on things in an effort to advocate mental health. I’ve written about mental health a bit on this blog, but it usually falls by the wayside compared to the fiction and poetry stuff I share.
Over the past few years, I’ve developed some mental health routines. One of them is to track my mood every day on a phone app called Daylio. The app is free (I think) and it’s a great way to keep me present. It does feel weird to gather so much “data” on my mood – I can see charts, etc., broken down by day of the week, month, all sorts of things. But it’s still great.
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