In the light, your face opens like a turning moon and I creep into a little pool of your light. Bring me across the river where I can sprawl on the bank and call this whole place my dreary home... Continue Reading →
The Siren, by John William Waterhouse (c. 1900) Public domain "I have learned to ignore at my/ peril what my sixth sense speaks." Vargus Pike "Go with your gut--" he says, rolling the tip of my finger across the... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 