New York Nadir: A Collection of Poetry

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, ...