[tabby title="Poem"] They taught us respectin the key of silence,said truth must wait its turnuntil elders finish being comfortable. We learned to bow our questions,to fold doubt into politeness,to call fear good manners.But even drums grow wearyof praising broken dances....

[tabby title="Poem"] I. The Beginning For me, it started when I joined high school.I was thirteen, turning fourteen.The only pressure then was to get good grades—and that I did. It wasn’t hard for me. Teachers, parents, even the communityall recommended...

[tabby title="Poem"] It arose like a Phoenix from the ashesLeft you in the embers of a past life. Just as you got up, your past caught up with you. And struck its dirty heel on the nape of your neck....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Beneath the moon’s soft, silver sheen,Dreams unfold in realms unseen.In the night, our hearts take flight, a world of wonder, pure and bright. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] This poem conveys a sense of mystery, imagination, and wonder associated...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Can’t you see how she pronounces soulas if he were a guest who now made his home known.a stadium once full of lifeis now a somber, silent, sight.whose corridors look untrodden for daysleave for the ivy and...