[tabby title="Poem"] The hand me down already taggedas second hand, therefore unclassed,yet the museums full of such,as archaeology digs deepor genealogists explorewhat grew before, family tree.There’s value in antiquitydespite ceramic as spittoon,when function overtakes the form,as treasure drawn from heaps...

[tabby title="Poem"] Where is the blood that marks this place,like daubs, door lintel, chosen, spread?Is it a signal to escapethe plague that passes overhead? Bloodletting, leeches, draining cup,hint of the upper room confronts,then hell’s descent; when all is done,talk of...

[tabby title="Poem"] Those pheromone for stirring love,the scent of reading drift to sink,recycled letters, verbs for words,all taken, tumbling down to earthwhen they prescribed to raise our thoughts.I have a dream, texts in a spin,that letters may escape therein,those glyphs...

[tabby title="Poem"] It all adds up, for numbers man,integers integral to the plan,equations, formulae that spanspace and time, in sum the truth. Law of the Medes, unchangeable,from big bang to a quantum state,there is no shaking of belief,this, the language...

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s coming home to me again,the wonder of my stable birthwith caring arms at hand to holdmy mother as sweat turned to glow -and growth that ensued in the wake. I travel now with lighter loadwhere I first...