“There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.” ~ Lewis Carroll
I’ve overgrown sanetea parties. These days, I eat realdreams plucked from surreal trees and empirical wondersthat remind me what I am made of.I am made of wild-living and uncannythings that shine,Shine! deliciously brightin my dark.In my dark,a roaring light.
Lion Afternoon, by Jacek Yerka