Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



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  "Sugar coated lips on my cheek and my hands on her blue dress." As he spoke, the words seemed to be just as sticky as the way he remembered her mouth. He could barely part his lips. In his right... Continue Reading →


I walked along the boardwalk and I wondered if it had been the exact day that I arrived, one year earlier, on that very spot. I had never been back. My heart was sad, but it was carried by my... Continue Reading →

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