Poet Laundry

And this, my very heart, is the weight of water like blood bending the blooms, smoke and mist graying tulips, ash on butte...

it’s about a king who came to serve us to establish his kingdom here on earth a king who washed feet, healed lepers, heale...

By the window, lapping up the sun, I read Rossetti’s, “The First Spring Day,” and leaned my head against the pane as if to bec...