[tabby title="Poet Bio"] when I die, I must have no grave no stone, no plot, no grassy lot no sacred hollow cave no coffin's cost to waste a cent no pageantry, no liturgy no marks of senseless sentiment when I...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I waited for Santa like any ordinary kid during Christmas, and though I had never seen him or heard from him, I still ran to hug our Christmas tree. The children played and we hugged mummy and...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Today I found a friend Who knew everything I felt She knew my every weakness And the problems I have dealt. She understood my wonders And listened to my dreams, She listened to how I felt about...

[tabby title="Poem"] I tried to speak to my father today, tried to build a bridge between our tongues, but the salty waters beneath the spaces between us are already infected with the decaying words that never made it across. So...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Across wet glass we rub our noses To paint a picture that presupposes Like confused footsteps that reach Across some worn and weathered beach. Words that fix you, find you, Words that bind you, blind you, Words...