Shadows Upon Shadows


(photo credit: Star Immak, picture entitled, “Broken Roads”)

Shadows of doubt, grief, shame

shifting between the cars

As the early morning glow leans out

against the hesitant gray sky.

The highway becomes a raceway

to nothingness, and an

imperative to darkness.

Hopeful sun disintegrates into

a snarling, angry heat as

the sharp hills march

forward leaving flat shadows

lurking here, lingering there.

Soon the  calming gray sky

will return and the shadows

will disappear into the long winter darkness

perpetually saddened, shadows unseen.

–In a Hospital in Seattle, WA ¬†Sept 3, 2017



Psychosis is like a whirlwind in your mind.

The leaves of perception blow around while you struggle

grab hold of one, to maybe understand a small piece of reality

The mind can clarify or it can dull.

It can perceive reality deeply to the point of scientific genius

Or it can shatter reality into a million pieces.

Pick up a few pieces to have a rudimentary understanding

Or see the pieces swirling in a tornado, cutting to shreds.

A Wind from the Western Asylum

A quiet wind from a time

Deep in history

Before technology,

Before climate change

Before the the pressures and anxiety

of modern day life

Primitive wind, Archaic wind

Blew lightly.


Against the faces who stared

Back through their fog

of delusion.


The soft light glanced against

ancient trees.

The simple yellow light laughed

From deep in the past playfully.


The light’s rays danced on

the faces of those who

could not see the razor sharp

reality of life.


Staring at the light glowing

dancing, reflecting

a time when Earth rejoiced


I stood at a paradoxically

peaceful, delightful

the whimsical light and gentle

breeze at an ancient

crossroads with faces whose minds

have long disappeared.

March 10, 2017 5:00pm