Poet Laundry

  Is this ball field life?   Is this Iowa? Caught in a downdraft, no escape from Tucson, Arizona. Open your eyes, bird, look to the pi...

  Mom and Dad harvested the green apples and then took down the tangled trees— the apricot trees, too, as they were dying.   But...

  At the mutant hospital we grilled burgers and dogs and listened to baseball on the radio.   What else could ease our rehabbing hea...

Like Pudge. Like Bench. Like Yogi. Opening Day on the glistening green shimmering diamond, with dirt under his nails...

image © 2015 Jennifer Wagner, photo of my home calendar You don't fool me. Though you start off that way. Yes...