[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I wish I could art without a frameNor a gallery of eyes to hang my nameI wish I could paint with living colourTo mirror the brilliance of their original installer I wish I could art like a...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There was wordand was God.And was thoughtof heaven and earth. There was world - worth a gaze.Was day and night -I felt the grace. I had thought as an embraceand a soul –sharing my pains. There was...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Every night,fear tucks her intrailing its hand on the deep punctures of the coyote's grasp,looking at the violent affection that became fleshand deep scars left by emotional injuries.Now, they are shadows coming out to playin the eerie...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Facts these are,Undisputed they stand,We have to come to terms with them,They are as real as the sun risesand goes down the same,One is,Life is unfair,You can't understand why,You can't tell why,Life has decided to choose you,Why...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] the colour of this nation is blackthe colour of this nation is blackthe colour of this nation is blackdo we hear the whisper of our people:the hungry, starving, bloated belliesthe air that fills our stomach liningsand the...