Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



Color of Twilight

There are still some blue spots left "It makes a difference who you know," she says. Her voice is an echo she can't pinpoint her favorite song and then today: Two left feet. Woke up on the wrong side. Trusted... Continue Reading →

On the Side

Sunlit sat on rubbermaid benches smoking, fueling the desires to bring back old loves And cry, not ones self to sleep but to cry over broken bottles beneath the tone of rocket ships launching from the bedroom. You could never... Continue Reading →

Sun dried past

I thought he had a dog but he didn't. The way he walked, stopped and the tilt of his head said it, yet no dog emerged. His hand held most still, outstretched to where his fingers formed an "o" in... Continue Reading →

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