Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




"Apples don't have hearts." In the hours, early hours, you brought this gift to me. My fingers inspected every inch of its red skin, the variegation, the squeak of moisture. Finally, the worm path. "This one has five." said I,... Continue Reading →

Grass Full of Birds

I saw you pick worms out of the lawn, sing and watch for cats, red robin. more on this later

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