Poet Laundry

  This poem is about purple, and teal, and lemon meringue pie—   about sage green and chicken, spatchcocked, and grilled.   ...

  Our old town lies at the bottom of a lake like Arenal and Tronadora in Lake Arenal.   New ones have sprung up like wildflowe...

Hedge the rows where the birdnote grows, lark a tune ‘neath the fiddlehead moon,                               tip the wine gla...