Disturbed, it will charge like a two-ton Mack Truck, crush you in a bowl and chew you into pieces. Blubber in water, who hears with its...

We hear your echoing melody. Echoes wash against the shore. carrying tons of weight of time, distance, space. Stratifications mark your...

A poem is like a river. Jump into it. Go with the web and flow. Let it carry you downstream. Let every word, splash, refresh, renew you....