Apple seeds poisoned with the elements of myself I can not swallow fill bowls around my house. They don't allow mixed fruit into this place, no hollow echos from stoneless peaches or the too sweet nectar of just one strawberry.... Continue Reading →
Owl with blue eyes Bowl of cigarette butts by the tub Table with clawed feet Covered by years Of magazines and laundry Pan overripe with smell The sun shining on Clock hands pointing at the ceiling A front room with... Continue Reading →
When it was still October a sad time to wait, I held your hands in mine with bated breath and wept. Left pieces of myself with you, in your snow covered lashes, with your spinning arms in the leaves, leaves... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 