Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




beneath blankets fresh from linen closets, behind glass comfort, hot tea. grey are the silver droplets caught by dying rose petals

The street

The street sections here Without light Wander through them Each step in the footprints Of overconfident monsters At home I don't butter my bread Or sing in the shower I promise to make tea Build a fire and create something... Continue Reading →

When We Celebrate

Lost the day under grey and purple Royal colors swept the eyelids None were signing their names (All death certificates need signatures) Nourishment came and attempted Like the heat to make the body whole, Heal and take the universe seriously... Continue Reading →

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