Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



The things I found in your house:

Owl with blue eyes Bowl of cigarette butts by the tub Table with clawed feet Covered by years Of magazines and laundry Pan overripe with smell The sun shining on Clock hands pointing at the ceiling A front room with... Continue Reading →

Breath of Fresh Air

Calloused hands slide over the parts that you cherish.  You can't put a value on quality. Milling about under fine stars I thought about you as I researched my antique table. I ached for some idea of what you knew.... Continue Reading →

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