Poet Laundry

When the air is fresh you feel it:   you get stronger with each breath. Your son is slicing oranges and it’s so sweet— he’...

my second born beautiful son Who told you you don’t have wings? Their hearts are just too small to carry dreams. Go, c...

The stars are wish enough with the grass soft and cool beneath me, the sky, dark, but for those indomitable lights cra...