Dear Alfred, I feel where I am my heart could carry me over the bridge and censor what happened to it in this dystopian future that cannot exist. How will the valves, aortas or chambers even work? Flattened out and... Continue Reading →
"Apples don't have hearts." In the hours, early hours, you brought this gift to me. My fingers inspected every inch of its red skin, the variegation, the squeak of moisture. Finally, the worm path. "This one has five." said I,... Continue Reading →
Roots, earth, sun, moon. Water. I stated, laid a claim over the poppies. A hidden magic within, suddenly perceived, orange petals, your heart. In your silence, I learned not to interpret Sadness or indifference, but enjoy you, love you totally.... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 