Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




Dear Emily, She conjured up ghosts for me and left them in the alley haunting the exits. The cold wind blew my hair into my mouth as I touched a poet's velvet patched elbows. Another perfectly written scene. We were... Continue Reading →

The Dove

Against the morning, eking its way into what Has become today, I see your silhouette the soft lines of you Against the softness Of sunrise How the sun and you Exchange whispers "Have a good day, little bird." "Enjoy the... Continue Reading →

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