Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




Blue Fears and loves Four ice crystals stick to my tongue Suddenly I can see the future It's longingly forlorn and apathetic Predictions weigh--spider silk On moth's wings Try to cover the planet spool upon spool It's the beginning, new... Continue Reading →

Small movement

Facing east The color of the crowd was Red holiday We wore the same shoes Only a few strands of your hair moved When you changed your mind to See the setting sun As she shone with pride in November

Random love of crying over books and Sylvia Plath

Loves, I believe in love. Many winters ago I remember seeing geese huddled beneath a neighbor's porch during a snow storm.  Thirty of them pressed so close against the bricks of the foundation. The snow fell in huge flakes, creating... Continue Reading →

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