[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am not afraid of my scars I'm not afraid of their depth How their mark seems to shape my life I'm not afraid that they have become- the root of my smiles They are just scars,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You are a wildfire, they said But how does such a fire exist within a well of water? Can a home house both serenity and anxiety? Can conservation and consumption walk in together through the same door?...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Today is my day, Elijah. Tread carefully so not to sully your holy shoes. For your war with the king Ahab, and the souls you’d abuse, and the innocent casualties in the middle. Such thaumaturgy: calling the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Black problems are in English, Black problems are heavy, Oozing with pain and tears, Chilli and alcohol. Black problems are death, Broken promises, Missing fathers, Drunk mothers, Hungry stomachs, Knives Poison Drugs Poverty Free education. Black problems...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Won’t you paint me again? Allow me the role of muse to rogue promises and swollen desire. Dotted reference to past passions quenched and dried on frames. Wide strokes to set romance and rehearsed hues of sentiment....