[tabby title="Poem"] There is melody within me, there are songs…Yet, why do I sit in silence? I don’t want to live just to eat…But I realize that food itself is an art—the crackle of roasting seeds, the sizzle of oil,the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] bronze brown sounds kick my soulwhen I pick the present moment and give ita flying kiss. it drifts away to understand the pain ofthe barking dog. I sit motionless as iftime has frozen. crystals of crayons round...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am a woodpecker -my bleeding blacksmithcontinues to chisel outthe hard metamorphicinvisible crust.the light haunts,the tea needs warmth andlacks a stir.my skull feels theoutside pressure.I try to rinse out the mind,longing for the juicy coprawhose taste remains...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] my mind murmurationsharbor a January in May.my parallel universeforgives you for the collision.I am in a spherical cage,breathing freely.I am not bound really.the air drifts a part of meand I become a spring somewhere!longing for that a...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I roamed alone in the jungle of love.My circumference was fixed.A gurgling waterfall to the east,Lotus blooming in the pond to the west,The fearful north I never ventured,And to the south was my bed of dreams.The skies...