All afternoon I have had this visitor come out about every five minutes. I think he wants to make sure I am still working on my book launch. What should we name him? https://videopress.com/v/IqLda4IV?preloadContent=metadata
Predictions Blue fears and loves. Four ice-crystals stick to my tongue, suddenly I can see the future. Longingly forlorn and apathetic predictions weigh like spider silk on moth’s wings--cover the planet spool upon spool. It was the beginning, a new age, a light age... Continue Reading →
The rush of the future stops for a long moment, I grasp the horns tighter than known strength. It's far off now, (the future) but I wait for judgement-- and judgement has a full morning. The bank is empty because... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 