Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



Dear Josh,

Dear Josh, The weeds remind me you've been dead so long the river changed direction by two feet I pull up dandelions in your name there's sweetness in the tiny yellow petals after they've changed. Their seed, stuck on the... Continue Reading →

Breath of Fresh Air

Calloused hands slide over the parts that you cherish.  You can't put a value on quality. Milling about under fine stars I thought about you as I researched my antique table. I ached for some idea of what you knew.... Continue Reading →

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