I Took Her Hand

I took her hand, and my heart beat fast as her warmth swallowed me up. A thousand times I’d run this trail but not with her. Her eyes were all that young love should be, and they lit me up in every look. We lay in shooting skies and freckled stars, and promised our love would last forever— and so in our forever it would there in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill, with silver moon rivers and sailing ships. 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.