Dear Mental Health Practitioners,

Note to mental health care practitioners…..pain is not pathology. Grief, anger, happiness and exuberance for life goals are NOT pathology. These are normal states in every human and to deny your so-called patients of this, with the only solution being medication, is absolutely absurd. I’m so sick and tired of feeling like I have to…

Webs of Crimson

“You have to do this!”, her sister’s scream trailed off through the dust cloud billowing a veil between them. It was too late, her sister had been taken, snatched up before she had a chance to say goodbye. The stone cut like glass shards beneath her skin and the dust, like poison, as she gasped…

Think, Before It’s Illegal.

I don’t know. I think spending this overcast day nestled in socks, blankets and gloves my family bought me for Christmas is a good idea while I write stories. While listening to the Amelie soundtrack. Somehow, this scenario brings me back to the days I was like her, on the streets and hanging out with…

Focus

“Wow, tell me what it’s like,” she prodded, poking him in the ribs. He snuck a glance at her and smirked, “What?” “To sit here day after day, sipping on pints full of terrible decisions, with the best one you never made … sitting right in front of you,” she cheered raising her glass to…

Trick of the Mind.

“I know you’re aching, but there’s greatness brewing inside of your suffering, ya know,” she said with a flick of her cigarette as they rounded the bend in the road toward their first stop. “How’s that?” “Only the great have the courage to reach the depths of hell,” she replied, darting her eyes at his…

Lone Delusion.

It wasn’t full. Not yet. Almost as a forewarning, the crescent moon grew as it slipped behind the birch trees off in the distance. As his words billowed through the atmosphere, encircling her, she took a drag from her cigarette and let the sheet that draped her body slide to the floor, revealing nothing but…

I Won’t Be Home for Christmas.

When I was a kid, I had this twisted obsession with smashing ornaments. Not just throwing them, but delicately releasing my fingers from the string and watching them shatter on the kitchen floor in slow motion. Something about the release and watching something so delicate and beautiful shatter into a million shards was so deeply…

Takes One to Know One.

“I know you’re aching, but there’s greatness brewing inside your pain, ya know,” she said with a flick of her cigarettte. “How’s that?” “Only the great have the courage to reach the depths of hell,” she replied, darting her eyes at his through the smoke, now billowing a veil between them. “I’m not surviving this,”…

Nature Jumps the Fence

~ Art & Poetry by, Elizabeth Levine  Life emerges in the space that you denied; The wilderness where thoughts run wild And nature jumps the fence … Where the deepest banks erode with pride And experience carves their path, As the colors bleed outside your lines Where everything makes sense. There’s a sketch upon the…

Drown Us, Head Over Heels.

It’s a full moon and I will let it cast shadows and dance across my skin, as I wrestle this bittersweet agony beneath the sheets, alone, again. I have this guilty pleasure – Imagining you and I under the covers with no agenda other than arching our backs over the sychronized momentum driving us deep…

Pimp My Crackers

I ran into my buddy as he was walking home from the local convenient store where he was scolded for pocketing crackers and sugar packets this morning. I asked if he had food and he said he doesn’t get paid until Friday and only ate a bowl of corn today. On top of that, he…