Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



Dear Fog,

     I can see through the laden air it carries the sound of fog swallowing all the footsteps you left behind you as you turned your back and made a ceremony of leaving In the moment screams came to my... Continue Reading →

Mornings in January

Recently, waking to a world with fog-scapes and green grass beneath I heard the cry of a cat-- lone, hungry and waiting. She sat beneath thorn berries, heard northwestern birds, plenty to eat around them. Everything reflects in her eyes,... Continue Reading →

Life moves under sun And water The other Elbow Rubs against my mind Catch a glimpse of star Under all that sky Wait as the cold Sneaks down into your ears Back on the mountain Spinning in all that ice... Continue Reading →

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