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 →
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 →
Cat Over Clock 