Time Misspent in Wonderland

Time misspent in wonderland

she sips on broken dreams

In weeds of woe and circumstance

life leaking from her seams


Time misspent in wonderland

in what-might-have-been galore

with a distant grin, she stirs her gin

cross-legged on the floor


Photos spread haphazardly

she slips into her past

she bathes in milky memories

and prays that it will last


Time misspent in Wonderland

tears running down her face

when now comes knocking at her door

to occupy her space


“What’cha doing mama?”

words lilting and refrained

that pierce the walls of wonderland

to bring her home again

The end is NOT near

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I had a dream where I saw a stone-faced man, steadfastly standing on a busy street corner, head and shoulders above a dreamy river of blended polyester suits, silk ties, and leather brief cases, holding above his head a cardboard sign informing the masses that “The end is NOT Near”

Some might see optimism in this dream, where the stone-faced man’s epistle serves as a sunny counterbalance to “The end is near” message that we’ve all learned to ignore because, let’s face it, that message has been proven false, time-and-time again.

But to me, the message from the stone-faced man in my dream rang true almost immediately, and not in a good way. I saw it as a reminder that the big issues that plague our planet seemingly go on forever; the fighting in the Middle East, the disparity between rich and poor, the war on drugs, the war on terror, climate change discussions – none of these things ever seem to end, making a prophet of the stone-faced man.

It leaves me hollow that our biggest problems, the ones we need to resolve in order to propel humanity forward, remain perpetually ensconced in our lives.