I can see through the laden air it carries the sound of fog swallowing all the footsteps you left behind you as you turned your back and made a ceremony of leaving In the moment screams came to my... Continue Reading →
The Siren, by John William Waterhouse (c. 1900) Public domain "I have learned to ignore at my/ peril what my sixth sense speaks." Vargus Pike "Go with your gut--" he says, rolling the tip of my finger across the... Continue Reading →
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 →
Cat Over Clock 