Poet Laundry

  her gypsy soul trills in the desert sunrise after groaning a midnight whale song— deep thrumming heard even in the boughs ...

He calls to say he'll be late: had a D.O.A. at shift change (paperwork still to be completed, tasks to be ...

write me a song with your eyes like you do hang up your helmet, your axe, come home to me © 2015 Jennifer Wag...

In one season life can bury its own color, cover every inch of ground in death brewed from an age-old malady,...

Our waitress takes us down to tour the cellar added after they bought the place. They set it up for private parties now ...