Poet Laundry

Compassion’s earache sits on the tattered couch worn thin by visitors who came to get and seldom returned to give. Compassi...

You asked me how I felt, after the year gone shipwreck in the land of the malignant albatross, and I could never answer you compl...

Circumstance White sails calmly sifting through a cerulean sea A storm is coming, though powder blue skies are mum Edging out the...