Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




He fell, dreaming of flying Violent spring wind Subdued caw formed, sound lost To all ears but family Standing sentry, black Against wild blue and green limbs Snapped young white bones Repaired in her soft hands Wait for a wild... Continue Reading →


Some say that it is not the destination, but the journey... I have more. In blackness we walk, clouds that never burst But always swell, are the only sky. Surround us. Corners are turned, unleashing the creatures that don’t exist.... Continue Reading →

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