Poetry& Art by Joseph K Wells

Bipolar

Mania
towered my hopes,
masked my insecurities,
exposed my yearnings.
Aspirations
crumbled by reality,
annihilated into elements
smelted in dirt.
Invisible to you,
I find myself
reunited again in
lost poetry…

The Not “Four-Lettered” Break-up

“FUCK” he recently

learned is a one letter, word

in CAPs. Rest blank. Dumped!

Joseph K. Wells is a businessman, doctor of occupational therapy, part-time academic and few wannabes from time to time. With his poetry pretty much forgotten over the past two decades, the old flame was rekindled a few months ago. He blames this on his midlife. Since the beginning of this year, he has been published or accepted in 5 separate literary journals.