The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

“Sylvia Plath"A miniature mad talent? Sylvia Plath,who'll wipe off the spit of y…”

“If youth is a defect, it is one that we outgrow too soon.”

“....One dark night,my Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;I watched for love-ca…”

“No weekends for the gods now. Warsflicker, earth licks its open sores,fresh bre…”