Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



The Bookends I

March hung a week in the sky a shiny chip of hope only crushed shells in my pocket I need to see the future file the edges of my common sentences, try to collect oxygen for the absent sky. I... Continue Reading →

Middle of Nowhere

  The promised money came in notes much later over Christmases and in exchange for silver. I learned later about grants, the first generation. What that all meant. What is it you think you want? Over years of wonder and figures... Continue Reading →

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