SAFER THAN SORRY

I became negative when

I had a blood test

until then…

I was positively worried

Copyright © 2010 Noodle E. String

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Noodle Earth String……..street poet of K’ Rd, Auckland and Titirangi Village, circa ’98-2005.  First came to fame on TVNZ’s ” the Gong show ” and then on TVNZ’s Backchat with Bill Rolston.  Had a poem published 700 000 times+ in 2004, thru Hubbards cereal boxes.  Winner of Auckland’s first ever poetry slam @ the Temple Bar, Queen St.  Performed live with his son and his dog on National TV for NZ National poetry day, 2004.  Sold over 2000 handwritten copies of his work on recycled Tetra Brik packaging, making him NZ’s most published poet per volume of sale 2003-2004.

Largely Happy

You took the man I married
the man who loved me

You kidnapped and killed
a man who brought me kittens and cream cake
and endless laughter
Who said he’d love me the rest of his life.

What rest did I get after you took his?

Now I live with a facsimile
who thinks I have his worst interests at heart
Who doesn’t see my heart breaking
As I try to reason, be logical, love him

I ask, ‘Coffee darling?’
He hears, ‘Useless bastard!’
I go shopping
He says I’m soliciting

Friends are hired killers
He thinks I have a demon

I wake to find him watching me
Our sharpest knife in his hand

Copyright © 2010 Lynda Finn

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
My darling husband was schizophrenic. He died, having been discharged “into the care of the community” with no doctor or social-worker follow-up. Believing he had cancer, and having been refused financial help by the government, he starved himself to death.

Elliptic

I exchange sleepless oceans with you, many you’s, all in one
disordered evening where everything feels right not to make sense
in any way, as if this disconnection is somehow a holy fragment
from a wise man who sailed under the stars centuries ago,
to escape attention, conversation, the emptiness
and pull of wanting belonging to soothe
on frozen, listless days.

To study fingers as one would linguistics; the syntax of bodies
melting, becoming, pure becoming: the firelight, the interplay, the weaving
of sorrow and inexplicable joy, the resiliency of another tomorrow
somehow an aurora in muted, pastel grey.

Become a metaphor inside an endless spiral; become a verb of deserts
and moonshined gulleys pressed between palm and windowpane.
Sirens, banshees: wild women to your Cernunnos, Pan,
with endless wine and heavy grapes.

There is a story here I will whisper,
and mean to finish
one day.

Copyright © 2010 Jason Morales

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Jason is a Kiwi Filipino.  Slightly conflicted.  Slightly frazzled with life yet likes going for moonlight runs in his boxers sometimes.

Marnie of the E Street Shelter

Her hair is the disheveled label of manic misadventure,
her grey coat splattered with the drool of depression
her shoes, each different and each well-worn, schizophrenic.

She shuffles from doorway to doorway smiling,
her eyes deep dark orbs that have seen discrimination in all forms,
her lips tight shut and stern, afraid to speak her mind.

She welcomes intrusion as a safety net from a crazy world,
the taste of liquor the only medication that made her happy,
her wrists and forearms scarred with the doctors promise.

Now she passes like a will o the wisp, shameless and without guilt,
her mind swimming in her dressing state, tomorrow a string bikini
in a Wellington wind bent on sending everyone to hell and back.

Tonight she will dine in the bins outside Maccas and BK,
tonight she will drink from half fill bottles,
tonight she won’t dare dream about the kids she left behind.

Copyright © 2010 Thane W. Zander

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Thane Zander has lived all over New Zealand, either as an itinerant child (Father moving to jobs from deepest south to farthest north) or as a 27 year veteran in the Royal New Zealand Navy. He was struck down with Bipolar Disorder in 2000 and has since moved “back” to Palmerston North and environs. The onset of Bipolar Disorder also heralded his entry into the poetry world, and from 2000 to 2005 he had written around 250 poems. This accelerated from 2006 to well over 1000 poems, and counting.

PDD

More Dysthymia.

they
are going
to start
calling
it

Persistent Depressive Disorder.

Copyright © 2010 Jodine Derena Butler

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Jodine Derena Butler grew up on various farms all over the North Island of New Zealand.  She now lives in Cairns, Queensland, Australia with her husband.  She has two adult daughters and three grandsons.  Her poems have been published in Side Stream, Blackmail Press, Live Lines Anthology, Tracks Magazine and others. She has a background in social work and mental health and loves to dabble in the Arts.

Taking a mental health day

By Kirsten Cliff
By Kirsten Cliff

taking a mental health day –
the way sunlight moves
through the trees

Copyright © 2010 Kirsten Cliff

CONTRIBUTORS NOTE:
Kirsten Cliff currently spends her days creating a collection of haiga (haiku poems with images) to help her mentally and spiritually process her recent journey through leukaemia. Her haiku have been published in journals and anthologies, and placed in competitions, in both New Zealand and overseas. Kirsten lives with her fiancé (also a writer and poet) in a house dedicated to writing, “Wordsmith House”, in Papamoa, Bay of Plenty.