[tabby title="Poem"] Silence is my homeland—I speak its accent fluently.Words, wrapped politely as “generational curse”—I come from it.Silence raised me like a second skin,Teaching me to listen with more than just my ears.I am from the broken generation.You may not...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Him and ITwo candles abreastIlluminating your darkness in its vast,Each accounting a mile,You are mine, you are over himBut the more I stand, I see nothing wiser,I try, better believeGood days, and bad daysTo love you like...