[tabby title="Poet Bio"] This is not homeAshes snowing and crackers glowingRusty dust with musty rustEerie silence of weary absenceBlistering heat and battering bullets This is not homeLong nights and wrong lightsBare feet in ayre beachWandering eyes with watery whysWhooshing sighs...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I live in a glass house.When I leave home, I cannot see--everything is a blur. Dependent on my fixity,I yearn for the great beyond.I have wings to fly away. Seeking gardens of delight,fluttering flower to flower--such is...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Ether steam arrivesIts task, dissolveand erase; Nowgone as yesterday Detritus flung, discarded;A lifePressed levelTo a burial mound TheColorsBloated,Poisoned; the cultQuietGoneNo longerNeedy [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Kenneth Cahall lives with the necessary amount of angst and ego to submit...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A fountain pen sashays in convivial scrawlSmudges as Ideals of origami birds soarOn mists of celestial hopeDefying a terrestrial realitySemi-colon;The scratch of the nib bends in bestial acknowledgementOf a bus, proverbialOf sentiments, controversialExclamation mark!And the lack of...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I met you only yesterdayand what a showpiece you are!I'll put you next to that boy from May;three, no four red stars! "I've never met a man so handsome,"is what I sweetly said.But I'm gonna hold your...