Category: Poetry

the cat of infinite death jumped from the couch to the sill that cold

morn...

My email account was disabled a few months ago. I ran out of storage and never bothered to make room for more, despite my wanting to. There are a lot of things I want to do that I never actually do.

So eating an apple is good, that’s why it was in my lunch. School is good, but eating an apple from the Tree of Knowledge was not.

Deep within barren rock, your truths lie buried, striated strands of dimming light

I am afraid I will have to save someone and won’t know how