The Kitchen Drawer, a short story

Dreaming of daisies and butterfly gardens, I find myself running thru mazes and tunnels, sure there are blue skies somewhere above ground… How do I get there -Is it safe to come out now? Deep in the cellar of abysmal memories, I remember a guy who pretended to love me. Remember the father who leftContinueContinue reading “The Kitchen Drawer, a short story”

IN the Mirror

recognizing my BIPOLAR self image “A Big Beak”…by Susan T. Martin I’m in “Wonderland” right now. Been here for a week or so. Time seems to be inching by, my head too heavy to lift off the pillow. Not sick physically, I’m just…just…what can I tell you? I have had some unknown trigger going meContinueContinue reading “IN the Mirror”

Birds of Paradise

“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”

Free My Mind for You/ Free Your Mind for Me

…inside myself I am whole, where I am not broken…