[tabby title="Poem"] You say you have loved me since the beginning of time, but the book of Genesis makes no mention of your name, where God spoke and the world became.So please, don't say you've loved me since the dawn...

[tabby title="Poem"] I consulted the poets today.Like a sick child at the doctor-Ginsburg, Oliver, Yeats...They always knew the cure:with their fire, peace and aches. They told me to wake past noonand sit in the humming garden.To read under the heavy...

[tabby title="Poem"] It hits you like a wave, doesn’t it?The rawness of a storystill winding and coiling like a snake.The thick air—thicker than the bloodthat has also turned its back on you.The smudged edges,the temptation to invite a premature endingto...

[tabby title="Poem"] My mother told me,'Over the hill lies a safer place,where all things blessed and holywill greet me with a warm embrace'. I used to long for this fiction.Over the hill, beyond the fire.Sparked by the frictionof old tales...

[tabby title="Poem"] Her voice is like liquid silver,faintly flowing through the fractures of my heart.Every word she spokecrept through faded footpaths of lost love,its warmth soothing sorrow and soldering scars. I knew this would never last-silver will always fade.What I...