[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...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Rhythm, free from the ocean, the long lift and breakof memory, from the deep.At the shoreline the ever reach, reach, reachof just your smile, our lost moment, and that sunburnt day. All our experiences roll to me,...