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| Pervaiz Akhter Primary ASH psychiatrist 1996-2016 |
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As always, friends emerge in the strangest of places. This piece is dedicated to Philip, Ruth, Tim, Kenny, Ruby F., Devon, Janice, Josh V., Josh two, William, Jasmine, Joe G., Tyrone, Theo, Clyde, Kris, Melissa A., Edward, Virginia, Lucy, Ken M., Noreen, Iris, Brian one, Brian two, Rodney A., James M., Andy B., Thomas B., Elaine, Thomas two, Talina, Carl, Donny P., William, Michele, Brian, Francesca, the late Chris Blackman*, David A., Constance, Jesus Rincon Murietta**, Wendy, George one, Vince, Mark, Roberts one-three, Steve one, Abigail, David H., Randy, Natalie, Larry, Amber L., Alex, Rich, Janice, Chris T., Jerry, Mr. Director, George two, Steve two, Tim, the late Franky-Mary Adams*, Pete, Edmond L., Larry, Roger B., Cathy, Rich, Mike.... People who touched me so strongly, as being angels somewhat hidden in the closet of their respective mental complications; each of whom, via the influence of stabilizing medications or whatever else was keeping them stable (at times, sometimes oft', sometimes not) within the realm of The Arizona State Hospital, set themselves as far higher beings than the evil mongers who have been granted by their relatively superficial professional qualifications- vs. ethical character- the absolute privilege to impose themselves on the needs of our loved ones. For that's what it is, you know, nothing short of privilege to be allowed by family or morally balanced citizens or state policy or the very air of our planet to share the thoughts and hearts of Arizona's most at risk adults.
*ABOVE: Both of these individuals died avoidable deaths under very questionable circumstances while hospitalized at ASH. Begging the question: How many more? Before, or to come?
** ABOVE: This young man is now in prison, in relation to the murder of an innocent young woman, due to the criminal ineptitude of ASH administrators. One more bright line illustration of the issues at stake, even today, July 02, 2016, in Arizona's sole long term public mental health facility.
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| Beth. |
The little girl reached for the stick
tangled in the bird's nest
but it struck her instead
and she died of a snake bite:
a copperhead going for the eggs.
(from"orchard" pjreed 1989)
early morning sailors/we came together
they came by day after day
often announced
my welcome was taken for granted
(by me) so I always made my way
into their respective houses
as though we had been there for time
eternal is the strength of pain
and happiness is the price of love
which came to me there
in the strangest of places
but in truth, no farther from home
then the lakes down our hill-
birchwood, mountain, crystal-
any one of the three defining
the trail where we met,
leading to the orchard of my heart.
(self pjreed 2012)
notes:
-beth 1993 photo oriole b
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