Tuesdays: Teaser/Whereabouts

I am between memory and dreamscape, between my mother and lover, by the stars, on the earth, surreal imagery is what I seek. In this poetry book, I seek redemption from despair. They might seem clashing but they make me relive life as I see it. Food for the soul.

~At The Threshold of Alchemy by John Amen
( A book of poetry)
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"I spouted fangs, poured salt in the principal's tank.
My virginity was a sock lost in the laundry.
The bottle replaced the cross. Electric guitars.
Hallucinogens. Trans Am belly-up in a ditch.
Graduation day: I came to, blood on my groin."

~page 72, At The Threshold of Alchemy by John Amen