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A strange idea came to me in conversation the other day, namely that my schizophrenia helps me understand what it must be like to be Prince William.

A high school essay from 30 years ago about a particular drug cartel – long before the modern opioid crisis.

A fairly comprehensive talk I wrote about my experience with schizophrenia for a ‘CMHA Consumer Conference’ in 2005.

Poem about the mask we wear when depressed.

A ‘heavy atmosphere’ poem about looking for love in a counter-culture bar.

Poem about best friends who weren’t

I’ve pulled out an almost thirty year old essay about ‘virtual reality’ from my high school years

A silly little poem of loss and longing from the archives.

A melancholy poem based on late fall and depression.

Poem about moving into a new personal space.