[tabs tab1="Poetry" tab2="Poet Bio"] Your hands are mine, Only with a few more dimes. The fingers are the same, Scratching through magazines and traveling books in search of ideas for fame. Your hands are mine, Just with a little more...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Dear Lord My spirit is sick, my flesh stinks of humiliation, My mind is a harbour of defeat and hopelessness and My heart remembers not the sounds of jubilation. I cry in silence and push back the...