[tabby title="Poem"] I used to love to play the old spice wars while you were still at work;far from the utensils for the disciplining, you didn't grow with a boyish lurk. I had my own kitchen politic and superstition, a...

[tabby title="Poem"] ‘Are you coming to the big book burning?’; you asked,and I did listen with care. Each chapter was unfinished,and I didn’t know how to tell that I wanted so much more. You were right when you advised me...