|book cover with red ink splashes|
I wrote the poem Flip It in 1998 when I worked at a homeless shelter. One day a homeless lady at the shelter was having a bad day and she threw a cell phone at me. She was always so calm and nice, and I did not anticipate her actions. She unexpectedly "flipped out."
I had always been interested in the brain and mental illness. I wanted to know what brought people to the shelters. How did they handle life? What made people "flip"?
Looking back, I am pleased to have found truth. A truth about humanity which moved a professional so much he wanted to own my work.
Sir, thank you for sending me these photographs of the book. s.