Cat Over Clock

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Spirit House

Far down below the willow roots and breeze, someone left their soul. We waited for the full moon before asking for rights and protection, but the first night, we climbed into every nook and called the light in. Somewhere below... Continue Reading →

On the Side

Sunlit sat on rubbermaid benches smoking, fueling the desires to bring back old loves And cry, not ones self to sleep but to cry over broken bottles beneath the tone of rocket ships launching from the bedroom. You could never... Continue Reading →


Tonight I removed a layer I peeled back and coughed up Tequila Cantinas from my past. Spun with broken glass in the frame belting out the sounds I forgot. She was there. Looking at me in the mirror A stranger... Continue Reading →

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