Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




The light persevered demanding my eyes react with a great stare, one that picks apart the prism and says Go! Trees! Envy! Emeralds! Success! Green, green means go! Go! Go into your tall trees fall onto your soft leaves Touch... Continue Reading →

In the Wake

Where the story goes I smell beer and see Where it runs under my shoes On the train A passenger losing balance and Breaking code Before me Now the smell grows stale And I try to pick up the pieces... Continue Reading →

Number Twelve

They are building a bridge across the cool, dark current of the deep Willamette. When it comes together it will bare trains, footfalls, raindrops, stroller wheels Footfalls and raindrops, Tilikum, our new bridge, hails the people filling the trains. Above... Continue Reading →

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