Tag: Mental Health

The Dread of Night

The dread of nightwhere I lay alone in the darkand the abyss presses inand small soundsbecome largeand my lonelinessbecomes unbearableand there’s no reprieve. Only me. In my mind it’s allpine needlesdampnessand a gentle sobbing in the distance And the dread deepens. tara caribou |… Continue Reading “The Dread of Night”

Spring

windsweptI look withinmelt snow on my skinready for new life can love truly heal all wounds and hurts tara caribou | ©️2026 photo by me

Shame

the shame drips like tarslow and methodicalnever fully releasing its grip I am coated and coveredif I open my lipsit reveals itself withinmy eyes are coveredmy face downcast in the dark I attempt to hideturning off lightsrefusing eye contacthunching my shouldersturning away helpless, the… Continue Reading “Shame”

Exaltation No. 10 (Mercy)

Be gentle

Exaltation No. 9

Having found a home, joy leaps.

The Reed in the Wind

bend mebend mebend me overgentlydon’t break mesoft pushesmold megive me a chanceto bendto changeonly be patientbend medon’t break me(I fear I will shatter)don’t break mejust yet tara caribou | ©️ 2025 photo by me

The Gap

In the quiet outer realm.

The Fool

Oh fool! Fool!What a foolish girl!Follow your heartAnd be fooled!Tear out the roots!Cast down the cost!Believe that loveCan carry you through,Oh what a fool! It never changes,Does it?Comes the whisperSo painfully clear.It never, ever changes.You willNeverBe good enough.You will neverBe enough. The same foolish… Continue Reading “The Fool”

David J Bauman

Host of the In Three Poems Podcast

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Photography and Visual Art by Adam Shurte

A Thought In A Billion

Our thoughts define us, so let's focus on a few.

Jeffrey S. Markovitz

Our lives are the words of this book

Letters For Anna

Our story made the last page of the newspaper. Witnesses said they'd seen a "madwoman with two paint-bombs suddenly appear."

Christopher Hoggins Artist

Art, random musings and the occasional inflammatory viewpoint of autistic artist Christopher Hoggins