[tabby title="Poem"] It is a calling upon their livesordinary peopledesigned for prayerwith the gift ofDivine Empathydevoid of judgmentthey silently prayat the fork of the roadof perdition It is a calling upon their livesordinary peopledesigned for prayerand warshielded and armedwith the...

[tabby title="Poem"] The scentsnow mixed with saltwafts through the bitter breezeunder cloudsof seasonal depressionsolitude surroundsa cold Coney Island boardwalksherpa boot prints in the sandpoet walks in isolationalong the silent shorecontemplatingabstract, opalescent bits of iceas they float out to seawinter by...