[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A path of people you know, wellas the dream started, quickall of us the same directiondetermined, but slow slowI passed, the quickit was as if, they’d never knownthe steps, to any Rumba. A great wall, there wasand...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I gave three black mendescending a mezzanine, a hug, eachas the dream started. On the next level upof My ascension awayI ignored a bulbous white man beckoning. And then a great hall, up high again there waswhere...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] We breakthe boundarybetween life and deathand I accept that we’ve broken lifewith our speaking through, dreams.Fibreoptic cable of our Symposium song.My tears a melody, and loss, of tone. Hagiazo, that ancient Hebrew wordwe know, so well, you...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] At the end of nightI wakefurious: international socialist resistance, furiousother times, joyous: tiny ladybug on honey euryops joyousoftentimes, sad: you are not here with me, anymore – tears on the pillow, sad.They say, “Bipolar and psychosis”.I guess,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] “Gnaw in the pit of stomachthat, type of hunger,”says Billy Wethers to the poetwatching Nanny Doe being litas if from within, by sunshine. “Strange to think the suntravels all this way just to behow we see each...