[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Preamble: “All the world’s a stage...” Let me be happy, Lord. Let me feel sad. Just as long as my face is lined with experience, I accept a wrinkle or a dimple. Let me live long, Mother....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] When you leave the Yankee East and, crossing the vast Middle, reach the American West, the air gets drier, and the world becomes roomier, dreamier. The forest is called desert – Sonoran – in spite of the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There was a man from Biu Who built two storeys new This home faced the bath He had binoculars Though you didn’t see him, he could see you. There was a woman from Calabar Whose bum as...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Where Romans built And sat in stone. Where Greek men cooked With silk road spices. Where you live now Forgetting so much - So much blood beneath Your city streets. You’ve washed your hair In essence-of-jasmine. Behind...