Poem of fractured mind Doctors and nurses digging through my head Stitching through psyche like needle through thread Picking through all of the places in mind Searching for something that they’ll never find Looking for feelings and workings and cures They think they can help me… But they can’t, I am sure. They...

“Take a seat John. Why don’t you tell us what happened from the beginning?” The detective motioned you towards the chair with a hand gesture accompanied by his harrowing eyes. “I-I-I I don’t remember…” “Well how about you have a sip of water, take a deep breath...

That woman over there, in the corner of the room, is really a terrific tease. I don’t even think she means to be, but I’ve simply never encountered anyone like her. She’s got this breezy, powder-blue sundress on, and stylish ankle-strap sandals on her pedicured...

I’m not sure why I’m writing this. There’s a large chance that this won’t even be real to you. Of course it’s real to me, but then again, my definition of the word “real” has never been cloudier. Despite the potential waste...

He liked to volunteer in the psych ward of his local hospital. His real job was as a stockbroker, but the stresses got to him sometimes and he needed an outlet. In the past he’d turned to booze to relieve the pressure, but that had...