Peyote Angel


Her silken degenerate thighs induce

Vertigo, his eyes slide under her skirt,

Viscous and intractable like honey.

Absinthian, this angel, prefers nightmares

To flesh, her wounds, anemic like the gaping

Mouths of fish, render her impervious to advance,

She shrugs him off wordlessly, lips as sharp and

Taunt as a razor-vine


His protean tongue can find no opening

No means to smooth the tension in her

Fingers and brow. She withdraws, ineffable

Behind splayed lashes, like spider legs

Turning a web, ensnaring;  her deadly

Down-turned chin distending further

His venous desires


Feverish and slack-jointed he retreats, lacewing

Panacea inveterate, nerve-bleaching, spurious

He strokes misplaced organs, lungs face down

In the abdomen, hearts spread thinly underneath

The epidermis. Midas dolls, these hollow symmetries,

That offer no easement beyond a flip-switch carnality


A dead chamber, empties decapitated clovers, his

Eyes perishable, collapsing, he draws her name like

Graffiti on every stretch of open canvas, inside bone

Channels, ink replacing marrow. His adversarial spirit

Denounces golden statuary, crepuscular appetites suspended

By the dawning of love. Nascent, expectant, He tries again,

Sleeves pulled back to expose the underside of his wrists, his

Blood-born disease, this girl is not another dandelion reject,

She sees through him savage and intuitive like peyote,

She mouths “Maybe” while creeping down the fire-escape


(I went for another dadaist-like poem granted I am my own newspaper so I supply the words for shuffling, I have too much fun making up words)


Day 11 Blog Challenge: 15 Things You Love

Candice and Sam

Falling asleep in Sam’s arms
Isadora’s laughter
Eating candy and watching anime with the hubster at the end of the day
Sushi (right now I am crazy about the Boston Roll)
Trees I love taking walks, just being near nature really lifts my moods
Writing poetry in the early morning when its quiet (this is so rare but so precious)
Ben and Jerry’s icecream haha
Eating Sam’s home-cooked meals, he is really an incredible cook
Dancing like mad with Isadora
Crawling into a comfy bed when I am really tired
Trying out a new workout video
Eating fruit that I have picked (my in-laws grow some fruit at their summerhouse)
Reading something brilliant that moves me
Planescape Torment not just the game but the philosophies, the world, the characters everything
Buying clothes for Isadora (its just more fun to shop for her than myself she’s so cute lol)


(old picture of me and Sam for our 20s)

Prompt 7 Nonsense/Madness


For those of you who read my submission you might be feeling nervous haha In this weeks challenge you have some options

  1. Write a Jabberwocky aka a “nonsense poem” if you are uncertain what that is have a look at Wikipedia for a description if you write a Jabberwocky I leave it up to you if you translate the imaginary words, your Jabberwocky poem can be on any topic
  2. Write a Dadaist poem I used an online generator for mine which is here if you want to do that rather than cutting up newspapers (or if like me you have taken the recyclables and have no periodicals lol Or if like me you just like to use your own words for everything), your Dadaist poem can be on any topic as well
  3. Write a haiku or limerick with theme of madness (you can use any term for madness; crazy, insane, psychophoric that is one of my made up words it means happy psycho etc.)
  4. Write about a personal experience with madness, you can also write about cults, or obsessional or stalker type relationships
  5. Submit artwork or photographs
  6. Write as if you were mad (you can write through a character if you want), what would your experience of the world be?
  7. Write about a topsy turvy world