[tabby title="Poem"] A friend, of kind, alerted me first.And I was stupid, and new enough to social mediato . . . look.T'was, halfway through my master's degree at UCTthat I typed in, "Minerva Report".Wish I had not ever done that!...

[tabby title="Poem"] And did not his use of language landlike galactic horse hoof upon the worldalready old, then when it was so, same dayAnd did he not worry about Peter and Sauland would they not have shut, do theythe mad...

[tabby title="Poem"] Dear Miss Havisham, Is it a granadilla ice-cream cakeneverending, elemental ooze sobsacross the undusted reception table so requitehere, inside the opened pity party gate, beforeimagined heavened fields full, of us deferredwaiting, to ever find our ever emptinessesas a...

[tabby title="Poem"] Probably, I’m not doing this rightwhen superwomen of spirit nuclear calibrebeautiful, alone write to a leftover, such as meof consanguine secret candle burningsand gangsta chicken lives, made unicornand such camaraderie, and cheeron this departure day, yours — mineand...

[tabby title="Poem"] There is a placewe some knowwhere you can hear the singular sandgrain, rattling inside the likeof an empty wine barrel, or beer kegor the loneliest bedroom,in the dark being rolled roundthrough a whole universeof self, all only unto...