[tabby title="Poem"] Not so much a ghost as that which shakes a tipsy stillnessA cold cola, no matter how sweet, is no proxy for the warmth of fresh coffeeWords float about almost abstractlyA sad peek-a-boo if you will, as rays...

[tabby title="Poem"] Juxtaposing the working class and the wealthyThe view from the skate park is lovelyPerusing plaques about the Amsterdam BatteryHave we told our children Gallows Hill isn’t named as such for nothing? We stroll atop a multitude of worldsNotwithstanding...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] How slow these revolutions,Between the long and short hands,As water spilled through contention, parches once luscious land. The trove of what was, outweighs what is,I see the rat tiptoe the perimeter,as the Olive Thrush leaves. Stroking wounds...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] To the fathers who walk backwards with their thumbs upbecause it’s a choice of bread or transport, thank you. To the fathers who bore through the depths of their shadowswhen their spirits are not forthcoming, thank you....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Fever burns within a young heartThe melancholy of standing lowThe treachery of forgoing hanging upside down on a jungle gymSometimes vertigo is the only way to go Another crease upon a brow unmoved by your tomorrowsThe maître...