[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Shattered glass Strewn down the roads Some parts blood stained Molotov cocktail was served But bullets could not stop the protest The morning remembered last night The left over anger From the burnt buildings It screamed from...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] "To leave is to die a little."-Edmond Haraucourt The subway waiting at the station Its screeches for us to say goodbye like a hearse coming to steal you the forget- me- not limp and wasted with tears...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] by now the sadness has become a part of me the blue notes from my off-key piano has grown melodious and pleasant even the tears are not salty anymore but sweet like the taste of nectar I...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Once upon a time, there was a giant Once upon a time, there were some ants The giant and the ants were enemies The giant thought the ant would take over Because they are so many Because...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I am an old tree My roots stretched far with time My grey hair crinkly Like old leaves as my roots expand I grow older I am an old tree My hands are tentacles These old limbs...