[tabby title="Poem"] Air electricFiery bellyHeart racesBreath calmsLips dryTongue licksEyes stickMesmerisedTime fliesI'm yoursYou're mineLike handTo gloveWe stickIn loveWhere heartsCombineTurning twoTo onePain leftBehindWhere XIs foundMy YBecame you. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Creative writer who uses poetry to reflect everyday realities faced by South...

[tabby title="Poem"] Mama said homes are like fingers,uneven, tailor-made,with contours that add textureto make up the home's character. She said when visitors walk into our homethey should feel warmth for hours,as if the sun's rays live here,to remind them that...

[tabby title="Poem"] Slow and steady wins the race,but who gets to dictate the pace?Better yet, drop me the time and placeto go and fill this space. Said I love you to no reply,just brushed it offlike waving bye. Should've known...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I hear what they're saying, they say I'm the plug, but I'm outchea denying them product,but how can you blame me I've seen them all hurting,they're frailing from all the dead butterflies in their empty stomachs,they're feeding...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Place the solid pieces where hands won't reach, Where memory is your only carrier, Where room dividers held pictures That carry more than moments in reflection. Place the solid pieces in chest drawers, The ones forgotten, Seen...