[tabby title="Poem"] Hello, can I speak to Mister—Yes, I understand you’re busy, but—Hello, I’m calling to let you know about— The script’s coffee stained.Thirty seconds per call.Performance monitored. Athena bites her cheek lining.Until it bleeds. She wants to tell themabout...

[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"] If only wasted time was a boomerang. If only God had blessedyou with some talent. If only you had a million yearsto discover your calling. If only your family and friendswould believe in you. If only you...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] For most,the early morningsare a rush. For most,the late afternoonsare clamorous. The sunlightshows our sorrows,and we are too busyto notice. We go unattendedinto the noise. We becomea little more f r a c t u r e...