
for a made man a ritual
“i walked down the aisle, i stood in front of the boss, he took a knife. i held out my Continue reading
“i walked down the aisle, i stood in front of the boss, he took a knife. i held out my Continue reading
Dread Was , Michael Dransfield Dread Was, in the winterweek-old snow without a foot print.In spring, it wasa great web Continue reading
Dog sits inside the windowsill. The night is an onyx-gold canvas. The shapes could be islands or lakes. Not everything Continue reading
a mid-winter poem, at the end of spring. By Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894)