[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The waves look like canoes, coming for us. You say you wish you could lie on the mirror-water and float. Shooting star, we both see it. You, out the corner of your eye. You in the corner...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Walking by nightlight, traipsing through cold air, the welcomed numb. Cape, she is bitter tonight, he thinks as he smiles. It extends, then it stops, almost at the point of disingenuous. He is almost there. Crumbling tar...