Let the downpour roil and toil!The worst it can do to meIs carry some garden soil
Lord, I have loved your sky,Be it said against or for me,Have loved it clear and high
Writers find a way to challenge and chronicle the consciences of their nations.
“Make of yourself a light,” said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning
Inside that mud-hive, that gas-sponge, that reeking leaf-yard, that rippling
The ethics of newborn screening.
