Out of the Gutter Art
Outrageous Bipolar Expressions
Category: Bipolar Disorder
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Where do I disappear to, when I stop creating? Inert. Inept. Inconsequential and inconsolable. I know I will be with her soon, I feel a withering inside. A withdrawal from the actual. An inward turning, accepting that I am finite. That, perhaps, I did not survive the whirlwind physically unscathed. Yet they find no marks…
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I will NOT give up!!
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IT’S HOT, I’M TIRED.. Night fell, and we were ready by Burt’s golden chariot. What an amazing vehicle it was. Huge, glistening, bearing his name proudly on the door in script as the owner/operator. This was no drugged-out short-timer. No, Mr. Burt was the real deal, hauling real steel. A true gentleman, he helped…
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“if I didn’t leave Palm City that day, I wouldn’t live another…”
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The guilt, the responsibility was mine…
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CHAPTER 4 THE SAGA CONTINUES I got off track in the last chapter… Too many offshoots and alleyways. Let’s move along a few years to 2020…Pandemic lock down, I’m working on Zoom with some friends. Suddenly, Donna breaks in with a plea, ” Would anyone like a Maine Coon kitten?” All the girls…
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Am I insane? Does it really matter?
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…from a year ago… I have been crying again. here, there everywhere. Are these tears sure indicators of a heart? if indeed they are, is it a good one? A kind one? A redeemable one? Who knows the answer, but my God. I used to think I knew who I was, I thought of myself…
Out of the Gutter Art 