Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



Color of Twilight

There are still some blue spots left "It makes a difference who you know," she says. Her voice is an echo she can't pinpoint her favorite song and then today: Two left feet. Woke up on the wrong side. Trusted... Continue Reading →

Summer’s ending

Summer's ending Light changes everyday and the sun Falls degrees toward the south. Just one more sunny day. We sleep in it, in the sounds Like mice in doorways and a violin's song Like trees in windless canyons and a... Continue Reading →

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