Category: Poetry
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Who Am I Really?
Who am I really? Mystic bipolar Crazy bitch Compassionate healer Mental health advocate Creative, passionate, intelligent Wife and mother Living purposefully That purpose unfolds daily As I parent my son As I write, as I blog As I connect with others As I share mental health resources As I dip my toe into volunteer work…
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And Then There Was @KittOMalley @Robrt_M_Goldste & @_thenewsexy
Ericka Arthur aka authenticitee aka e wrote this beautiful prayer poem to me (who lives with bipolar disorder), Robert Goldstein (who lives with dissociative identity disorder), and Julia aka sexyschizo (who lives with schizoaffective disorder). Thank you, e.
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My Response to Laura A. Lord’s “Of Roots and Wreckage”
My Response to Laura A. Lord‘s Of Roots and Wreckage Answering the call of Laura Lord’s poetry I write not as a poet For I have not Lord’s skill nor gift But in response to her words moving mine That, in itself, is testimony to how her words transport me Her words take me to places…
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Kitt O’Malley: Featured Poet
To have Laura A. Lord, a bona fide, gifted, published poet, someone formally educated in writing, feature me on her site as a “poet”… well, I’m flattered to say the least. Check out Laura’s work at LauraALord.com. She’s awesome. Her writing blows me away.
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Laura A. Lord’s Of Roots and Wreckage
in PoetryIn Of Roots and Wreckage, Laura A. Lord moves us with the imagery that has come to define her poetry. Whether looking into the brutal truths of where one calls home to moments of reveling in the joy and pain of an aging body – Lord is to exploring in raw honesty the smallest of…
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Thoughts Intrude
Thoughts intrude Throw plate in sink Let it shatter loudly I see myself doing it The image, the impulse is there There – in my mind No! I respond Turn left NOW in front of oncoming traffic No! No! No! Don’t do it Wait for the green arrow Yell at, argue with, my son, my husband…
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I’m No April Fool
This admittedly amateurish attempt at April Fool’s Day poetry (yes, that’s rather heavy-handed alliteration – accept it, I like it, I’m on A roll) I originally wrote for STIGMAMA.com. I may not be a polished or proficient poet, but perhaps I am indeed a fool… Perhaps, just perhaps, NOW THERE ARE TWO OF US. Even more likely, now…
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Throwback Thursday: Language Frustrates Me
For #ThrowbackThursday, I am posting something I wrote about thirty years ago when I was as an undergraduate. I would submit it as a writing sample when I applied for jobs. Language frustrates me. Because of it, I think in distinctions; I draw lines where they do not in fact exist; I categorize and differentiate. All…