Renowned psychiatrist, Harley Swan, has had enough – enough of the patients with one too many personalities; enough of the psychopaths, sociopaths, depressed, disjointed, and delusional; enough of the wife who can't stand the sight of him, the colleagues who don't understand or appreciate him, and the friends who come and go with all the frequency and warmth of a wayward breeze. Enough.
So, Harley sets out on a journey, hoping to extricate himself from a life so absurdly rooted, and, in the process, rise above the bewilderment and mendacity of a cold and chaotic world. But when the journey leads to a dead body here, and a dead body there, Harley finds himself on the run, trailed only by a long-buried secret, and the deranged cop who stumbles upon it.
Swan, now available wherever books are sold.
Robert Jaxx is an attorney who lives in the Midwest with his wife and daughters. He is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee, and the recipient of the Allbooks Review Editor's Choice Award for Best Fiction. His first novel, Sunset House, was published in November, 2017.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone