[tabby title="Poem"] See, all of Gaia’s children find,whatever lore or faith they trace,it is as offspring of the earththeir destiny, hurt, whole the race.As stewards of our birthing site,protectors of their given berth,our fellows of this common claywill learn their...

[tabby title="Poem"] The old craft taught of sacrifice,a basket case when filmed as cult,the wicker market, burning man,an island where the school’s spell can't. They weaved their magic for young minds,corrupted life once puritan,with song and dance of masque ball...

[tabby title="Poem"] From cradle to grave souls are markedfrom grain of cot to cross on mound;as smooth skin turns to wrinkled parchthe seeds, soon saplings, bolder trunkswill stand, gnarled witnesses throughout.So water, earth, air, fire conjoinas elements while journey ontoward...

[tabby title="Poem"] They bombed this town, old IRA,past thirty years; the day beforethe Sunday which was Mother’s Day,with youngsters buying gifts of course,bouquets of blooms in gratitude. At ten and two, those boys were killedand ever since the town has...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A silent witness to the pastpost mortem speeches are heard thoughvoiced, forensic pathologists,interpreting skeletal terms,poems from the ossuary. Though archaeology, from earth,with partner, anthropology,through pollen types, and isotopes,in unity of place and time -they draw a story...