[tabby title="Poem"] Foreign hour of twilight flowerRuptured dusk and powdered moon,I scale the fortress of your eyes.Warriors' tale. The brave, impaled.A husk survives by violin. Music thaws across the landWinnowing dreams with sunlit hands.Curling up the want for harm,We live...

[tabby title="Poem"] You lay tawdry on the bed.Laundry unkempt,Wisps of gold beneath our arms.Bread of breath in ruddy lips:Future’s paunch summoning shorts.Cool and fleeced desired eyes…To hips of fire making this mine. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Alfonse Battistelli lives in the...