Category Poetry
Sometimes, work sucks. Although I stopped drinking alcohol and smoking weed more than 15 years ago, I totally get why people use. Drugs and alcohol short-cut anger and frustration and there are times when I can understand the desire for… Continue Reading →
The reality is that there are hundreds of ways to treat a substance abuse problem. The challenge for practitioners is which is the best? For me, approaches that focus on client empowerment and establishing meaning through the client’s perspective tend… Continue Reading →
The other day while running through a dry arroyo, I saw a bunch of iron intermixed with the sand. Later on, I went back to the spot where I saw the iron, this time, I carried a strong magnet. The… Continue Reading →
When someone struggles with Depression or with an addiction (or both), I’m willing to bet everything I have that his or her life has been reduced to a single point of consciousness. That singular focus, either the atrophy of Depression… Continue Reading →
I have this recurring dream about a crow that hovers over me like a Black Angel of Death. I stare into his deep eyes and fear rushes over and through me. I’m always cold: My bones shiver to their very… Continue Reading →
If you asked one hundred people who know me, I’m willing to place a large bet that you’ll get one hundred different answers. I guess it’s that way: people know each other through some role or another through which they… Continue Reading →
Are at risk kids just creatures responding to their environments with no hope of assimilating into mainstream life? There have always been kids who live on the margin of society and I suspect there will always be kids who live… Continue Reading →
Saw and heard George Thorogood his guitar sounded like the damned finding their salvation crying for their reprieve I played my guitar today wouldn’t have melted warm butter but it felt good to play and I was glad I… Continue Reading →
There are times I wanna surf the wind on a leaf not for nothin’– not for a dime not for a smile not for nothing but for a little while. just to float and fly and feel free from gravity… Continue Reading →
I’ve heard self-righteous sinners call depression a self-pity party. They congregate and pray and sing away their need to swim in gallons of jack Daniel’s: in words and in songs they congratulate themselves because in a blink of an eye… Continue Reading →
