Byline: Cat Richardson

On Sunday Morning

I heard the subway pouring out of your mouth. I thought, maybe, it was an early-morning thing, letting sleep spill from your body onto the week-worn floor. I didn’t ask you to reveal this to me, I cling to the … Read More

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Half is Just Enough to Make Sure You Will Eat another Someday

Enough of this, this mania, and the fear that your body will turn against you. Keep waking up in the empty morning and its thin light, and everything will be the same for the rest of us. This should calm … Read More

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Wondering What Makes the Sea Angry During a Storm

The frantic thrust against a worn beach front. The need to fling upwards and the sickening curling under of a mind changing suddenly.

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This Just in From Paris

Paris: city of romance, city of wine, cheese and…belligerent drunks? Gropers on the subway? Public urination? Though it is called the City of Lights, Paris, as I have come to know it, actually has a dark and seedy underbelly. Having … Read More

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