[tabby title="Poem"] You, precious hearta captured prisonerin confinement (A cynical smile plucks treacherouslyat the corners of my mouth)as irony spills its cloak in moistnesswhile clinging desperately-bitterto my longing lips My dear heartI lost you in the dungeonsin the prison of...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Long, long, meticulously plannedbusy, busy lists(OCD traits or trails?) IronicallyWhen the clock of disaster strikes at noon(a thunderous message of utter doom)amidst missiles, nuclear defense ammunitionand cul-de-sac human corridors Then… the reality beckons confusingly“What do I do,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As the sun disappears in orange behind the sugar cane fields; I hear your voice, your laughter, I look... but you are not there. I see you dance. The wind blows pathways through your long, blonde hair....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I sketch my thoughts, the staff of my life; soul thoughts, in cryptic codes. I listen to the power of words, and follow the trail of deeply engraved memories and participate in the luring dance of my...