Stomach sinks-- it's November. The body remembers the Seasons. The brain hangs itself on roadways, plows through closed signs with powered gardening tools. A few blocks flood. Sedentary days damage and correlate twenty new master challenges for sanity and loneliness.... Continue Reading →
Settle sun, you warm me when I fall behind in my thoughts, Hold onto the repetition of attachment. The cold floor can come to claim my tears Settle sun, I ask on those days There is no voice in me... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 