[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Below the tree canopy spread,green lichens climb where no soles tread,forgotten carvings honour dead,late passed on from board, bread and bed,still watching souls, cleared sunlight fed,yet gods remain, wait prayers unsaid. Unheard, because no god-ward wordsuttered by...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Soaked in social anxiety at 6 years oldThe third table from the door; there you wereWith hair wrapped as buns bigger than both our fists and a smile with the genes of a sunflower I have tossed...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] It isn't a secret.I know all there is to know about theWood-panelled rooms wherein my voiceEchoes long after I've left.The chandeliers swing and tiltEver so lazily asMy thoughts, my spoken words, my authorityAll reverberate. Often my first...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I used to starch white collars,burnt breast if know the brand,though that of distant ages -just as when neck was tag. I understand the theory -the bright wrung blue round neck,but I note for different skill sets,they...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] My class mates, having flown the nest,each nurtured as their type,a brood once nestled underneathtransfused with feathered milk. There are a few cuckoos,transplanted other sets,orphaned, unwanted, given up,ruff moniker round neck. Some born myth of kingfishers,from rafts...