[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dark night kindles the chamber of thoughtsI never know where I roam.a full day drags me back.Possibly, a shadow in the backthe other half of a lighted discourse.Growing night has stories to communicate.The lonely lamp post is...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] History is a huge snailcoiling and coilingcell after cell.Doorafter doortime scripted on walls and stones.Days slipAsp kills the queen.We walk pass Pompey’s PillarWe make friends with Serapis.with faded battle songswatery deep.Time's travelers count tales,fixed weather vanea smoky...