[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...

[tabby title=Poem] I shall not look for you hereThis decrepit shellThat draws foetally inwardsCannot containAll that is you Dulled blue irisesAre not your once-vibrant violetAtrophied limbsNot the arms that lifted meOnto your shoulders Stunted coughsAnd feebled hiccupsAre notThe off-key sopranoOf...