[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Upon seeing your bouquet, the teacher says'It is rare for a man to be this delicate', as if the class is a barometer for softness. You name today's creation 'Serendipity'and we walk home holding a glass bowl...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Where ash and bullfinch,kicking the curl dust-desiccated floorbedding conkers, to collect,and learn why candelabra die,the seasons passing, marking dance? Tell the mistle from the song,know more than robin’s easy blush,the finches beak from starling stab,enjoy the dripping...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The autumn leaves have a fervent incenseTheir fading melanin softened by the purple rainI wonder how this marathon of fluorescent dissipation guides this despotic transitionDo we not care that the trees shudder, that the plants quiver?That the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 1989 The song went, “Everything the world is doing to me.”Part of you wanted to turn away. How could a world do anything?Sometimes it feels as if the world is sharpening its knife, butonly humans can cut....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] it turns out she was right after all–my whole life has been numbers: hospital number student numberidentity number passport number credit card number licence plate &registration number home number work number lottery number luckynumber reference number ticket...