Nobody But Yourself

Written in the long decade of my 20's when I was knee-deep in some major codependency. I also dated LOTS of musicians, actors, writers and artists. This was one way I 'supported the Arts.'

RETRIBUTION

Once people feel comfortable calling you "crazy," and not in a pump-it-up kind of way, but as a true descriptor of your mental state...you can either get more sensitive or make fun of all it. This poem is about losing your marbles and not caring too terribly much.

Not Lost

This is about acceptance. Because the ups and downs are simply part of it.

Lithium Chronicles

On Writing

When people meet me, they are astonished that I have a Master's degree in Theology. The truth is that my father and grandfather are/were both Baptist ministers. I spent more time in chuch than in school or at home. Once I left home, it took me many years of painful exploration to figure out what (if anything) I believed. This was written at the height of my questioning. Circa 1995

Kchapmangibbons