[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 'why' I thinkthe ceiling of the churchsweeps like the bow of a shipsalt-sweat soaked with tearsof penitence of confession(but not the ocean) sitting in that vaulted spaceswimming in an ocean of wordsthe knots in the beamssunken like...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I wrote anincredible poem on the busindelible except it wasn’tI said to myself:"rememberTHIS feeling"hold to itas you sing throughurban decaythe metaphorshold each other bluelike tight-cupped handsonly 'drum'remains circlinglike lost luggage *** have you not picked it up...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Ceri sees a shootingstar but all I see isfive years of usswept beyond the skyto myth and stories arounda firea glass of winea communal bath Of Jennahand on hipmarshalling each of ustowards our untold selves At leastwe...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Cannibal when you serve my heart and eat it with your fingers know this: it will starve you of love of air it will turn your eyes to weeping stone you will crumble from the inside out...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Leave the door open your face screams in me I cannot think of anything but you at the inseam of my jeans cloth closer than the space between us at the gap the breath of my thighs...