[tabby title="Poem"] There is much talk,yet nothing to talk about.The rain pours,flooding our streets,flooding our houses,flooding our heartswith grief.Damaging sewers,damaging furniture,ruining all of our efforts.Bask in the sunas it burns us away;and to dreama good dreamsoon I hope. The morning...

[tabby title="Poem"] Today, not a single soulthroughout this city crossedto the other side. Oh, what arespite, what a pleasant reprieve fromthe torrents of known losses. All souls were accounted for atmidnight. The balance sheet of theliving looks okay. Our city's...

[tabby title="Poem"] In the mornings,I run past him. He startsthe day by reading his bible, saysa little prayer and then mendsclothes and shoes. I wave at him, he briskly wavesback, and continues. I runpast him – away from & towardshome....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] UnwaveringWith the four seasonsWho knows what! It can be anyWho can tell left from rightWhen all seems the sameI remain unwavering It cannot be with all theseThat earth be jellyfishWhen man made of sterner stuffYet be like...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I paint with words for my future self,wonder what she'll choose, shea knight at heart who knows her roots unearthedby time, brave on a mighty horse. It’ll be me, afresh one day, at times caught between pages...