Flowers of Heraclitus in The Flea
Feature (five poems) and essay in Blue Fifth Review
I have been silent a long while while spambots invade this blog.
My silence has been a reflection of the fact that I have written enough about depression for a lifetime.
I am presently emerging from a near year-long suicidal depression by the grace of God and a fortuitous concatenation of circumstances, of which I can only say, no doctor could explain it, no poet can contain it, it is, simply, a quite irrational miracle.
Carry on! There is always hope, even when you can't feel it.
Thine as always,