Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



Aurora, Oregon

The fiddle notes float outside I watch the geese fly by with the plane A calm and sweet night

Just a night out

Wine pours red from glass horns to ovals. We settle into our chairs, to speak, To listen, to eat and to dip bread. Music comes from whispy drum sticks And a rocker's guitar. The night stretches into languages, New cooking... Continue Reading →

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