In the face of chaos Spring shows herself to me. Beyond measure of my body The length from toe to head, width of rib to to rib I’m just with myself. But I can be with everything else, stuck in... Continue Reading →
Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I don't take things in I just let them settle over like cold, wet rain into wool the smell finds your nose and doesn't leave even if you aren't breathing Sometimes I don't see small things I stumble in... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 