It's a Work in Progress.

"Your website looks like a labor of love. Like a mother's love for an ugly child."

— A former friend.

I do not really have anything else to put here while I work on the site, so here's a poem.

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

— W. B. Yeats