[tabby title="Poem"] There is a forgotten cabinwhere our love once lived.Weeds punctured the logsrelentlessly, as if evictingus before it was our time. We did not uproot them,just let them grow underour feet. What a shame.We should have knownthat indifference kills....

[tabby title="Poem"] Upon seeing your bouquet, the teacher says'It is rare for a man to be this delicate', as if the class is a barometer for softness. You name today's creation 'Serendipity'and we walk home holding a glass bowl with...

[tabby title="Poem"] it turns out she was right after all–my whole life has been numbers: hospital number student numberidentity number passport number credit card number licence plate &registration number home number work number lottery number luckynumber reference number ticket number...

[tabby title="Poem"] to laugh in the face of imminent death,i wear silver to disguise that i am dustwaiting to be put back into the ground my mother, from whom i was dug outthree decades ago, thrashing in protestjust as any...

[tabby title="Poem"] it is simpler to haul myself into griefthan out of it. what is to excavate whenothers remain underground? what is toextricate when others remain bound?what is to escape if others remain here? in a dream i see you...