Poet Laundry

  To be happy you must name your children after wolves or parakeets (see them run, see them hunt, see them chirp and fly).   T...

When you found me I was face up in snow,   crows pecking my neck,   my voice box removed in bloody clumps around me,   my ...

It was a baby boy.   I had him.   My movements were exact.   I checked myself in.   A door to a room, another door, a room.   There, among...