Poet Laundry

There are things we do because of the way we are, not in spite of them. Near the end of 2006 I suffered my second miscarriage.  I’d ha...

Circumstance White sails calmly sifting through a cerulean sea A storm is coming, though powder blue skies are mum Edging out the...

                  dinner table                hum and din                 —song of heroes   Copyright 2012 Jennifer W...

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

Childhood My hand in the river of ice cold water charges me even as the sun weaves its warm and dreamy spell. Cool pebbles b...