
Forrest Hamer
Good morning, all – and happy post-Thanksgiving, our first, yes, since the pandemic lockdown and a time to relieve and refresh ourselves with poetry.
I had known of Forrest Hamer’s work as a poet long before I learned that he is also a psychoanalyst (notice what I put first here). Since so many of our readers are also in mental health professions, it seems more than appropriate to feature him now, when it’s what so many of us seem to need.
These are trying times, as Forrest Hamer reminds us in his article, “This Country Is Going to Kill Me” (The American Psychoanalyst. Vol. 54, No. 3. Fall 2020). I do hope you will be able to read his stirring article for yourselves, in which Hamer discusses his feelings of vulnerability on first learning that the virus is “disproportionately affecting Black, Latino, and Native populations in the U.S.” As one who is older, has health vulnerabilities, is Black and male, he knows he is at greater risk than many others, even though he realizes he is privileged by being able to work remotely and having access to good health care. He also observes that most of the Black male patients in his practice feel the same way he does. Then other Continue reading POETRY MONDAY: December 7, 2020