Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




When she spoke She spoke love. Commands so sweet and short Her companion heard this lullaby Lifted their large head so that droopy jowls and bright eyes were seen through the veil. Is there always something hidden? Perhaps not in... Continue Reading →

You Rode the Train to Hillsboro

The smell lingers in my memory And I wonder if you knew you didn't have to tell me "Derelict." "Alcohol." But you chose those words. The smell of alcohol. Stale, a part of your fibers now, a part of your... Continue Reading →

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