[tabby title="Poem"] Memories...Textured fabric patchwork blanketTears and red wine frayed edgesCrooked stitches smell like summer and sunshine. Happy breezy lovedrunk on sunsets the band's always playing our favorite song. We moved gracefully through time, in perfect rhythm, your beat and...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Careless whispers, broken promises, hidden messages slipping through my little fingers.Seeping through and spilling forth from the cracks in my mere existence. Bloodied knuckles full of splinters desperate to cling to what's so tragically ended. Bent broken...