One Path to Therapy…

  She travels to the cupboard and finds no pills to spare. Upstairs then she would wander and find there naught but stair. So into then the kitchen for an herbal remedy, But there again, no tincture that could ever comfort she. To the apothecary, to the druggist she marched fast. Could they perhaps procure for her the cure […]


  Eurydice, Eurydice I felt what felt like love to me Thy form, thy shape, I often ape Thy shadow hides inside my mind Thy words I still hear in my mouth.   Eurydice, Eurydice It used to be  I cherished thee The lens of time, a prism fine Bent love into a different shape. […]