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Narrative Medicine and the Wild Woman Archetype

It is anchoring me to the book that's inside of me, yearning to spill onto a page, and it is sparking in me this desire to share the importance of narrative medicine.

Period Blues: Body Wisdom

Welcome to my health series: Period Blues How it all started:  The Poll Set Backs Mainstream Options The Fight SELF-CARE ALL THE WAY (Pass it on!): Chiropractic Therapy from a neuro-focused, non-pain driven practitioner Physical Therapy: check with your doctor... Continue Reading →

Does any of This Count?

  I am dead now—does any of this count? Would he ever see the sun again? Perhaps he was bound to stay in this darkness. Forever to analyze his life, forever to wonder whether donating it all would have changed... Continue Reading →

Sounds

James knew with certainty, on his seventh day of death, that he could only hear living things. This difference between the world of the dead, in which he now dwelt, and the world of the living, which he missed completely,... Continue Reading →

Star Dust

For James: What draws out the chaos other than dreams Dreams of lips with me Covering me Devouring me I can't breathe An echo brings me back in time A thousand letters that can't mark the cold in my heart... Continue Reading →

Depression and Anxiety Lense

Hello there fellow poem readers,  So, it's like I got out my kaleidoscope tonight and can see the world differently after reading three articles. The first one is honestly hard to stomach, I got a bit defensive but there are... Continue Reading →

IPRC: On the Move 

The space that currently holds a beloved arts community, the Independent Publishing Resource Center in Portland, Oregon, will be emptying this year.  It's a place I have called a second home since last September.  On my blog pages, you can find... Continue Reading →

Painting Birds

Working on a little portrait of a brown bird Wet feathers. The time of your life is everyday. Cradling your organs like a baby, in your soft hands callused by pens electronics and the echo of gardening tools. We live... Continue Reading →

Dear October

Dear October, Thank you.  Thank you, Ann, for the book, October Song, by poet Vargus Pike. In my past I have also sought to accomplish a poem a day in October and in April, and have started to read Pike's... Continue Reading →

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