
A storm was coming. Christian could sense it. He smelled it in the air. He could feel the electricity sparking on his skin. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood up and danced. The waves …
A storm was coming. Christian could sense it. He smelled it in the air. He could feel the electricity sparking on his skin. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood up and danced. The waves …
I am not just a title; I am the book.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. Winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from …
Do not touch me. I am ice. I will melt.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. …
Bees kissed the blossoms. Seeds were carried on the wind.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry …
I crawl. I run. I fall. I stand. I win.
Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry …