This was the day before the birthday poem: Silence is forgotten tonight the clock ticks variable degrees until the day I was born I see the wildness spread outside where I seek the helpless this is only a mask and... Continue Reading →
Would it ever hurt to leavethose moments of staring into the mountains?The light tower on Mount Elden— I cry for it, not knowing what will becomeof the heart lost within boulders, greyagainst the sky and the far off sea. Seven points make... Continue Reading →
Puddle on the bed The angry cries of the cat Have called me from deep slumber He is hurt and cannot move Curled in the warm spot against me The angry cries of the cat Crows warn through the cold... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 