Poet Laundry

Luna Moth, Wikimedia Commons In a wildflower garden there lived a cocooned creature who hatched, grew tall, a...

crimson grapes, image:  public domain there’s a musical note on the back of her tongue never sung but it tastes like vinta...

facing the winter of a hearse driven life you soldier on with skeletons in the closet clacking along the last frost covere...

The Orchid I walked alone On a dark stretch of imperfection The road was pointless Stumbling marked my hesitation             ...