It's because I'm a poet that my world is full of comma splices I find them in the middle of ordinary sentences. They haunt me after "one"s and before "she"s and in between words that are old friends I just... Continue Reading →
We each dream for weeks, for hours. Focusing in ernest on needs, on desires. I hand you a cupful of time, I ask you what you're thankful for. "You." and I in turn am thankful for you. Our lists go... Continue Reading →
It is Thanksgiving. The sun begins to shine into this room, a new room, where my family has begun building memories. The light diffused into the curtains, I still have stars in my eyes. It is time to cream and... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 