[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As if there were some distant power,hidden in the voice - underlying hum and huff,of daily speech. The everyday stuff.A song. A word of reassurance with my lover.A laugh with a friend when times are tough.It's a...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Britain will look at the world,with serious and dour face claiming:"But we are the protector.""Without us who will preserve?"As if there is some enigmato the erasure of history.Egypt revised, as if mummiesjust went missing, or disappeared,or were...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We've been conditionedto be thankful for the flotsam,-leftovers from every tragedy."Look what the flood gave us."As we sift through the soaked remains."This is just the way things are,"you say.But no.You caused this.You dammed the rivers.You broke the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You've spent so much time listening to hate,you couldn't hear the truth in your current state,ranting and raving at every hour of the day... and night.For your friends to be the vessel that you would use, to...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am so corroded, cracked-bone brittle, heart sacked-brain and bile overspent-loose hinged joints, tired, bent. I broke long ago,somewhere in the past, peaked,at the ripe age of fifteen;and my vintage became antiqued. So fucking angry and need...