Analyze Me. Please.

The faceless masses sit down on couches once a week, across from professionals who know them better than their own mothers, intent on once again unburdening themselves of the stress and detritus of their personal lives. And in some strange new universe, this isn’t seen as strange. I remember when I was young, and the … Continue reading Analyze Me. Please.

Clarity: A Poem

The man by the door in my dreams is me Conscious of nothing but his hands and feet Curled inward against the coming storm Face calmly serene in profile Wrapped in homespun rags Sitting on the cold slab of mortality He sings softly to himself While clouds roll by overhead As if waiting for an … Continue reading Clarity: A Poem