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 →
time and again words If I don't face you directly There is meaning in the ways We heal each other everyday Beacon Shine and I will follow With light as well, We can light into the hearts Of the undead,... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 