[tabby title="Poem"] Memories are guestsCheers to the fermented laughterThe grape taste lingers [tabby title="Poet Bio"] I’m an aspiring writer. A sketch artist, painter and sculptor. A permanent resident of the Theta Theatre, I therefore dream a million times a day....

[tabby title="Poem"] Is the human touch the Anthropocene age?Human progress (supposedly) on the march,Passing on to the new stage,A sift of view, with lots of starch. So much of Earth has man’s scar,Intense in times of revolution,Industry has carried us...

[tabby title="Poem"] Do not touch.Do not eat.I repeat.Curiosity is a gift.Do not pick up dirt.I said do not touch.I said do not eat. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] BA graduate. I write. [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poem"] I have never taken a trip I regret.I revel beneath a same skygiven way to blue. To see river vast,relentless wash of waves, foot to ground,pedal to metal, has been a blissI would never have forgone.Choice to be...

[tabby title="Poem"] …Most times we are not strange; we are just ordinary people. I don't listen.I rebelled against the norms, I am an anomalyI know you are sickened,You had enough of my folly and absurdity.Most times I kick against your...