[tabby title="Poem"] Were you there?Were you there?ClickClackClacking on stoneVirtuous voices wailShattering boneWere you there?Were you there?Condemned “them” to carryThe weight of robed mastersUnwilling to careWith inverted BibleHands mimicking prayerTwo falls,a tarry…poor Mother so pale(you like her white-washed & blue-eyed expression...

[tabby title="Poem"] There once was man named Alex,Who stood up to the Federal Complex.“Are you okay?”The last words he did say,And we’ll continue to feel the effects. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Jacqueline Rudy obtained an English major while raising a young...

[tabby title="Poem"] After Horace, Epistles 1.18.84-85 I mind your business, I admit,For I am not a liar.It’s my concern if (Horace says)The house next door’s on fire. Note: "Su Casa Es Mi Casa" means "Your House Is My House." [tabby...

[tabby title="Poem"Oh, who will trust a poet—No matter how he pleadsThat his poetic musingsAre just what you may need? You trust the man of science,For he can show the wayThat flies can walk on waterAnd ride upon the waves. We...

[tabby title="Poem"] THE HIDDEN SOUL OF THE CITY TRANSMISSIONS OF SILENCE AND PASSENGERS BENT LIKE RINGS AUTOTELICA EVOLUTION UNDERGROUND SOUNDS OF PRESENCE AND EVERYTHING THAT CAN BE FELT INFORMATION BLOSSOMS YOU ARE VERY SPECIAL SPIRITUAL FRONT MONSTERS IN A SEA...