James knew with certainty, on his seventh day of death, that he could only hear living things. This difference between the world of the dead, in which he now dwelt, and the world of the living, which he missed completely,... Continue Reading →
For James: What draws out the chaos other than dreams Dreams of lips with me Covering me Devouring me I can't breathe An echo brings me back in time A thousand letters that can't mark the cold in my heart... Continue Reading →
Hello there fellow poem readers, So, it's like I got out my kaleidoscope tonight and can see the world differently after reading three articles. The first one is honestly hard to stomach, I got a bit defensive but there are... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.