[tabby title="Poem"] on crimson wings a flutter flewamorous tidings to heal the bluesthe sweetest song I ever knewa tête-à-tête from me to you [tabby title="Poet Bio"] she is artwork and gloryshe smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poem"] Of second-hand words, all are so,rare freshly minted, coined few,to greet evolving spinning world,that needs textspeak, reiterates.Glyph, jot or tittle for my eye,but who will read, context recite,when easier to turn blind eye -the stories from tomorrow morphedto...

[tabby title="Poem"] A treasure chest, still silver shine,tools bright, though handles manicuredby leathered palms, patina years,now pegged, clipped, hung in craftsman’s den;from blade, spokeshave, to chisel grooved,for furrow hew or plane and lathe,this vice clamp locks the sacred space,that horde...

[tabby title="Poem"] He leans in closeHis lips barely touching her cupid's bowHis breath is warm and invitingThe almost taste of him is ever so enticing Her entire body trembles with anticipationA moment so deeply longed forDeeper than the depths of...

[tabby title="Poem"] At dusk, the mountain silhouette looks like torn paper, black against the dying light.Dark hills fade to navy then to pastel sky as evening deepens.Last night, thunder rolled down the valley, echoing deeply.This morning clouds rose from conifers,...