I’ve spent a lifetime (so far) in and around public psychiatry here in Victoria (Australia), starting from when, as a small child, my Eastern European immigrant parents found secure work in the local Lunatic Asylum (around 1960), to growing up in the town with an easy familiarity for the place where my parents worked and then into the system myself.
I was a student Psychiatric Nurse for three years at the local institution, and then proceeded up and down the ranks within the system as it was at the time, and as we made it during my time.
This collection is a series of poems that draws on my experiences on this journey – one that I am yet to complete. Together with my wife and collaborator Leanne Murphy, we had visions of traditional publication and all the dreamy bits that go with that, but, while I think this is an important set of stories and perspectives, that kind of publication is now unlikely, and so I plan to share what I have with you, here at my poetry blog.
I hope you enjoy the reading, but feel free to let me know, either way. Psychiatric issues can only benefit from discussion.
The series begins here.