Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



The Disconsolate Suffers its Host

Aislin ran within me footprints on the walls of my intestines breaking the best I could offer with protest. Character flaws. But mostly hiding her under the lined paper. Coloring over her with the tip of my pen. I saw... Continue Reading →

When Words are Lost

Lost words Articles of my sentences Strewn out into space Lost words Verbs of haunted lives Taking a turn I can't see Lost words Nouns around bends In the passages of green light Lost words Fragment thoughts Cannot be recaptured... Continue Reading →

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