In a nightmare, I journeyed to Tehran, where I was shown home truths.

March 28, 2009.

A poem for insomniacs like me. We all have felt this way.

Talking to self, one of those sleepless nights!

A paean to insomnia.

Are the big cities we all love really as great as we profess or are they like many of us, lost and alone searching for a meaning.

From the beginning………….

A poem about insomnia.

The night was cold, the fog left barely see the moonlight on the trees, which seemed far darker black spots on forms.

It’s rough being diagnosed with a very rare illness, but it is even rougher when you realize that the specialist treating you does not have any real experience, or knowledge in treating your disease. That was my experience when I became severely ill about twenty years ago.