[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A sound light as a featherDistant, but distinctAlmost as far as the sunThe god of sounds' trickeryKnowing the recipients capacityThe mainframes associative tendenciesAnd the resulting conspiraciesLasting for daysThat amount to yearsDeceived for decadesUntil the mainframes updated theoriesResolving...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Psalm 196,Verse 4Death of an angel is tantamount to empty stomachs being told to wait for the forthcoming breeze,Heaven's floor still wet with tears of mother in the squatter camps, God comes once in a Twilight.No hymns...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] The place that affords us space to be,over and over,wherever it may beeven if we change. Where our comforts are cushionedand our habits treated to the same comfort,as we give flight to our heart's high,sight to our...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] At his death I wrote of golden tears shed for a cruel step-grandfather And how I hoped tears for my own father would not be the same I wrote this by a lake And the ways of...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Your scent lingers on my shirtWhen you leave, I find you hereLike a ghost, you haunt the hallways of my heartLeaving trails of fragrant flowers in your wake My heart is a garden.The soil was barren groundBut...