[tabby title="Poem"] The record will not stand for long -this not the codes, Rosetta Stone -but scraping, melting, making cakes,the bubbled surface, suction padsprove its wrapper not paddle shaped. We’ve heard of writing on the wall,scratched scenting of tribe territory,tagged...

[tabby title="Poem"] With his love of mythical spellsAnd a proclivity towards clapperless bellsThe quirky little cub drives his mother slightly battyOn insisting that his destinyis to become a dancing Tiger-Bee Even when his friends state there is no such creatureHe...

[tabby title="Poem"] behind the cameraearning my skini shoot the pretty womanhaunted by flat eyesthat no adjustmentof lux nor lumencan revitalise,plushly enclosedby the blue velvet glovehe substitutes for lovevelvet cloaks the iron fistonly revealedin vicious punch and shoveblue for the bruisingon...

[tabby title="Poem"] The loneliness of flight gets you,when you look outside the planeyou booked to go to the placesand when you check the clouds. You pretend you are among them,you are the person everyone knows –the Icarus with the Godly...

[tabby title="Poem"] The senescent strokes ofMy pencil on a wan paperOf my sketchbookCedes to the traces ofMoments I spent withMy eyes flashing likeSequins bathing in moonlight.Like velvet is the quillOf an artist, like war paintIs the ink flowing in it.The...