[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 1.Eyes locked on a screen,and furtively fingers tap. 2.More laughter digs througha chestafter seeing a Covid joke. 3.A pandemic draws out feara brittle heart should nurse. 4.Mask up is the new normal. 5.Online learning!The kind MBchB can't...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Press my wet lips on your neck.Count each strand of your hair.Look you into your eyes.Massage your shoulders—delicateenough to shoo you into sleep.Deep roses into your eardrums.Rub a love song against your heart.Pour a camera flashlight on...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My arriving home wasa curse for my beloved.I know she could feel thestench of my lonelinessrace down her nostrilseven when she stoodbefore me. An irregular arrhythmia wasthe lastoasis of my thirst for suicide. I liked roasting my...
[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Breathe as if trying to feel thescent of death,is the new exercise a therapist tellsa depressed client. I center my mind to myselfand what I see is debris of a shreddedchildhood.Then I squeeze the night in my...