Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



The sleep

It came without warning Allowing each vision implantation Pulsing in purple and red and blue Nothing will move Isolated in time and sleep Nothing propels Mourning ropes everyone down Where pits of sand and darkness Birth tight throats, tears-words caught... Continue Reading →

Closer to “Well”

Maybe it means that the air is easier to breath. That the nights are more restful, that peace descends and the spiders are no longer interested. Perhaps it means the invaders see the doors and windows as tightly locked, that... Continue Reading →

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