Poet Laundry

  The ship with orange sails stands out among the rest.   Perhaps whoever chose them wanted them to match their destination—   ...

  Swallowed up in the belly of my bones, a shy sweetheart, guarded.   Swallowed up in the belly of my heart, a promised ark, d...

  I am naked here, arms stretched wide.   I’ve removed my apron, my soles are rooted, sandals tossed aside—   shaking my pap...