[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You don’t want to faceUs army of authors withInky phalanges and hearts thatPump too much. You don’t want to beReminded that each skeletonHouses love and innocence andFragility. You don’t want to hearThe simple truth that we’re moreAlike...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Of course, I recall the decanted pour,the skewering aromas, the sanguinetinge. I miss it in ways, like alleyways ona hand-drawn map of a hometown thatyou can’t return. Please don’t make a thing of it, mydeclining of promising...