Daughter of Mine

Daughter of mine— for your smiles, for your tears, for your skinned knees, and your broken hearts, for the love you give, and the love you find. For whatever you become, or don’t, it is far too late, I love you already, long before we ever meet. xx Atticus

Om Podcasten

"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere.