Tag: Poetry

Interrobang Poem Cognitive dissonancewith a twist?And a spike!Or is it a dagger?! Twisting around in the folds of my brain,the spike is vodka, or is it tequila…Clarity.Dissonant clarity.Dagger twists and slashes open the foldswhich I have fought so hard to keep shuttered. Victorian shuttersconceal the madwoman in the attic.They fly open from time to time;flames…