[tabby title="Poem"] Are you ready, deary?Seven days in the horse wagon:the road calls when the village burners andthe town destroyers are closing in.My love is prepared for it all.As long as I can remember,we have been running away from the...

[tabby title="Poem"] After the holidays,you get back home and everyone's silent:the socializing stops,and the sound of silence is the spider's silencewhen it's crafting its web.The spider's web is to catch flies,but the relatives' web is to catch you straight away,the...

[tabby title="Poem"] You are not mine,I am not yours,little fleaon a rat’s groin. And still,I miss you morethan a severe boutof gout. Without you, lifefindeth meaning, and my heartmaketh room for small, good things. O humgruffin, to be freeof your...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] rustlesuffocatewhite sheetsin a dark roomthe moth under the shade is ragingaloneI can’t be here without you Miles Daviscuddles with jazz lonelinessmothsSylvia Platheverything [tabby title="Poet Bio"] I'm a poet, writer and occupational therapist. My poems have been published...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] the world outside is too big the space overwhelms in the chaos of voices and images I’m searching for myself I’m wandering in big cities people are going nowhere breaking the mirrors of their little fears I’m...