[tabby title="Poem"] One wordtoo many syllables, perhaps just thelong stretches of timebetween you opening your mouthand me catching the words in mysweaty palm–a butterfly squeezedinto my tight fist,a butterflyI have waited to capturenow smother,now kill. The longing.How mediocre of me...

[tabby title="Poem"] He hadA dreamAbout LondonLast night,He’s still holdingHis dearLittle dogQuite close,He misses herEvery day. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. “Rescue Dog,” his fourth full-length poetry collection, was published in May....

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There is no talisman strongerfor warding off evilthan the contrite heartwilling to acquiesce to a life of servicebuilding bridges for social justiceand detentenavigating the landmines of politicsdodging F-bombs of apathyand drone strikes of hateThere is no talisman...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] You don’t want to faceUs army of authors withInky phalanges and hearts thatPump too much. You don’t want to beReminded that each skeletonHouses love and innocence andFragility. You don’t want to hearThe simple truth that we’re moreAlike...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Of course, I recall the decanted pour,the skewering aromas, the sanguinetinge. I miss it in ways, like alleyways ona hand-drawn map of a hometown thatyou can’t return. Please don’t make a thing of it, mydeclining of promising...