Winner of the 2016 KCLS Rhyme on Poetry Contest, Silver Key Winner in the Scholastic Writing Awards, Honorable Mention in the 2017 Highline College Poetry Contest
Tea and crumpets, Not at all like brewed beef and gold labrets. Matched in red with Dead Head Hatter, I stand Beside the shrewd white cocktailed tale Of walrus tears and eggs benedict eels.
Looking glass, looking in, Filled up with paints and cups of gin. Butterfly fleeing, hearts still bleeding. Clams screaming, their words redeeming A promise like ice, A fiery dice of jabs and plays on words.
Where were you when I needed you? Enter in, Become the doors in search of the keys I unlock the queen While ‘Eat Me’ and ‘Drink Me’ grow stale. I am the small girl, Alice. Alone in the forest without your jagged smile to guide As the dark night sunsets atop harsh stroke brushes While all the cards unfold.