[tabby title="Poem"] My songbird knows, that she isn't clothed, she shouldn't know, which way the wind blowsMy songbird sees that the knowing leaves should never cease to give up her proseMy songbird lies, and lies in wait, she never shapes,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The mist driven darkened moment chose ominously to ariseI barely can identify humanities glimmer in my opponent’s hardened eyesMy concerted heart insists to beat thunderously, echoing in my throatThis piercing murderous gazeI quietly consider being at the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Of this dance, I skirt the outer boundaries of swirling participationMy vision averts constantly from the peripheral intoxicationI know I am the one who saw this dance as my final c' est la vieMy guilt makes me...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My edges knick the lips of whoever I kiss, not because they need to, but because my edges are so easy to miss My edges are known to have the lasting final say, because my edges have...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As I near closely to the edge of my darkened existence, the jagged terrain of my ledge of hopeless resistance My bleeding hands clawing and dragging my soul towards this inviting abyss Alternate reality, alternate remiss, who...