New York Nadir

It was 2005. I was living in the New York City area. My marriage was crumbling. I was seeing a psychiatrist therapist and marriage counselor and gotten off my bipolar medication for far too long. The city felt more and more like a goldfish bowl. I was losing my mind. Before long I would leave my wife and travel to Los Angeles where I would end-up homeless sleeping in shelters committed ot a mental hospital and have heroine dealers try to sell the drug to me on the street. These poems then are a reflection of that moment often pitch black other times radiant and true but always honest and genuine. They attempt to express what I was feeling during a time I almost did not survive and sometimes wished I would not have. This collection then was written in ten days in the Journal Square section of Jersey City NJ. It was recently found almost ten years later under a pile of newspapers after it had been long forgotten.