[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Laze through a daze of wasted days, greasy fast-food wrappers on the floorboard, a half full ashtray, a half tank of gas and nowhere to go, aimlessly cruising a labyrinth of half-empty strip malls dotting the topographically...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Oh nascent soul in a starched Oxford, know that corporate inevitably grinds you down, takes your time, your hustle, your ambition, your early mornings and late nights at the office, missed time with family and friends. They...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My aunt had her moment on stage at my uncle’s funeral. Though distraught over his loss, she clearly relished the limelight, interjecting herself into his story, regaling her fellow mourners with rip-roaring, back-slapping tales of how she...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The steelworkers’ boots were thick slabs of scuffed leather and heavy soles with rough-hewn treads, boots man, work boots, stitched and crafted, built for a hostile environment, forged for steel mills that burned like the devil’s own...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I stand atop a bank tower, surveying vast vistas, ridgelines of strip malls, copses of office mid-rises, clusters of single-family homes, raging rivers of cars. I stand atop a bank tower in a rappelling harness, loaded with...