Where my brain hails from, isn't a glorious place with no secrets or rooting fingertips trying to dig out dreams. I reached my intuitive. Read records and lay lost with the most curious of results. She couldn't help me. Another... Continue Reading →
Wait, what's more for poetry? I called forth a haunt It was June and air stuck to my legs in ways-- liberating, vexing. Escape wasn't the answer, the beige walls stretched for miles. There are pathways in here that were... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 