Wait, what's more for poetry? I called forth a haunt It was June and air stuck to my legs in ways-- liberating, vexing. Escape wasn't the answer, the beige walls stretched for miles. There are pathways in here that were... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock:
Some things are more important than time ... cats are one of them. Welcome to a world of photographed shadows--I invite you to a study of compassion through poetry. It is with gratitude that you might take it with you.