Summer Solstice
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. ~...
On “What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital:” Towards an American Shamanic Practice of Mental Health
“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact…” A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act V I finally read “What a Shaman Sees in a Mental Hospital” after a few days of seeing the article fly around between my...
