[tabby title="Poet Bio"] As power corps, puffed up at core,belts overflowed by bellies, cash,clay-leaden feet, they potter throughthe hungry, as they grant largesse,return to feast amongst their mates.But the bowl maker’s touch on turnensures their craft spins smaller spacefor mealie...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Though flames danced less, sharp crackling died,the deeper core yet pulsed in flare,and glow threw crimson, flushed shade grey,as conversation stuttered, drift,while tired took toll, excitement’s flow. As embers proved what gone before,companions knew their night had...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Of second-hand words, all are so,rare freshly minted, coined few,to greet evolving spinning world,that needs textspeak, reiterates.Glyph, jot or tittle for my eye,but who will read, context recite,when easier to turn blind eye -the stories from tomorrow...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A treasure chest, still silver shine,tools bright, though handles manicuredby leathered palms, patina years,now pegged, clipped, hung in craftsman’s den;from blade, spokeshave, to chisel grooved,for furrow hew or plane and lathe,this vice clamp locks the sacred space,that...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Now she was prickly, best of times,heat and kitchen, taken for grant,our Lily named, of valley flower,domesticated flora plant.Two sons were necklaced, ring of fire,her husband died, drink and guns,and she had needed cactus skin,through much pain,...