Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World




Morning of sleepy eyes Lingering images float but forget Not able to make it to the surface Each night I feed you pieces of me Lost in the Martin realm With a cloak of black around me The power is... Continue Reading →

Winter dreams

I started this Early, (8) for a Sunday.  But now, with coffee made, dreams written and cats cuddled, it is almost ten! People write about dreams... the who you want to be, who you could be dreams.  (And to those of... Continue Reading →

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