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I am a child and adolescent psychiatrist working in Albuquerque New Mexico where I am a professor of psychiatry at the University of New Mexico. I am married and have two children, a girl age 7 and a boy age 10. My son has cerebral palsy and is confined to

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A blank life: 1 of 28
DayThe Day cameFalling in as dribbled sunSpilling lightless on blank wallsAnnounced by the metallic scream of a clock.I dressed in gray clothes(worn with forgetting the color of a rose)To speak measured wordsIn the houses of Stygian dreamsAnd the silent screamsOf lost children.The Day moves on heavy heelsDown machine hallsTo ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn: 18 of 196
Fallingan early walk in mid-Novemberwears a mourning face.cotton-woods half bare.their skeletal fingersscratch the grayof a solemn skya scythe wind cutsmarrow deepand trees shedleaves like drybrown tearson bowed headsof sallow grass.the crow lingerin long shadows.November is hard,the tough rind of fall.harder still this yearo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spring: 24 of 200
Spring WindDry brown leavesForgotten of the FallAre spiraling to heavenSpringing to a call,Pirouette among green branchesThat dance and spritely bend,Dancing to an ariaSung by the wind.With hands to my back,Feathered fingers in my hair,Inviting me to danceThese Spirits without careThat call the budding growing thingsTo lift t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 33 of 260
Word Wind "Great People Doing Great Things"I read it on the form, printed in italicsThrown in a trashcan, underlined in black.No refunds here, no money back.Several sat about a table in an oval ring,Sat about to do such a special wondrous thing,A thing most august, sustained and never fleeting A genuine and glorious administr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Determination: 5 of 35
Sea CliffStanding at land's edgeCragged face set to seaO' hammer pounding swellsThe white-clawed witchI defy theeRushing high tidesWhipping sea sprayIce winter galesHowling hurricanesPock my aged faceAnd define meWash away the softer tuftLeave behind basaltHarder, heavy, tough.Becoming more myself,One standing fore the stormF... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bugs: 7 of 38
BugRunning flat outAntennae wavingLegs churning, skitteringEyes flat at the roaringHard white, white of a tile floor.Sky motions thunder pink andBruise black a booming, shaking.Path blocked, pressure hotPain shot.Body broke, legs caughtDarkness.deathShoe stomped.You see before a path blocked?Running hard and cold view.And tim... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Modern life: 7 of 36
Grid WorkThe cars move as multi-colored metal corpusclesaround, over, and down black asphalt arteriesunder pressure from a steel heartto points marked by the GPS satelliteand beamed to screens, into brains on the networkOn the GridPoints laid out, regulated, codified, measured out, linked to the landlines, cable lines, power ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 106 of 390
Dawn CracksDawn cracks hard on sleeping eyes.Dreams peace breaks.Crawling awake.Dogs of Day baying,Flushing me outFor hunter's shot.Body leaden,Cold motions,Rising from warmth.Shivering.Days demanding.Things, actions, attention!Move Damn You!Moving.Moving into clothes.Moving into car, on to road.Motions, gestures, flotsam, je... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 20 of 57
CrowLotta Crow in poetrySkipping, cawing, feathering aboutIn 13 incomprehensible mythical classical waysBut Nevermore I say.Crow's a conceitLives like we live, where we liveOmnivorous, omnipresentSlick a black beak and bead eyesCrow on the roof of my carLooking at me,Mirror and me looking backDamn but he knows something:Poetr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Long nights: 8 of 22
Night RoadRoad strapped outAsphalt in yellow lightAll round the country pitchBright the white dashed lineBright the white dashed lineForever and everThat lineAnd the dark.I am tired.In the desert,Places you didn't knowForgotten when passed in the sunNow important on the road in the darkLights by the road in the blackPeople ar... More..