the world was topsy turvy today reality slipped through my fingers like quicksilver I tumbled after Alice down the rabbit hole landing with a splat no
Tag: Madness
Queen of Nothing
I sat in cherry upon the hand-carved throne of ivory in an empty room of chiseled stone its vaulted ceilings echoed with silence black and
Wonderland
barely breathing heartbeat slowed blood moving sluggishly through ambivalent veins my only detectable signs of life mirage on the horizon hallucination that I am looking
The Madness of Crowds
I do not forget. Parkland, February 14, 2018 the streets run red with the blood of innocents deemed acceptable collateral damage in an uncivil war where
#tbt My Hit Parade
musical notes float through the air almost visible to sleep deprived eyes razor edged lyrics chosen for their bite sharp enough to penetrate ancient scar
Dangling
my image splinters in the mirror as distance grows between surface smooth and inner truth where sharp rocks agitate in the acid bath of my
Falling Down Rabbit Holes
The world was topsy turvy today truth slipped through my fingers like quick silver I fell down the rabbit hole with Alice watched her with detachment
Queen of Nothing
Another poem inspired by the enticing anagrams that brilliant writer Max Meunier made of my name. i sat in cherry upon the hand carved throne of ivory
Wonderland
Barely breathing heartbeat slowed blood moves sluggishly through ambivalent veins my only detectable signs of life Mirage on the horizon hallucination that I am
