Poet Laundry

Leave me to solve riddles, in the dark ruminations puzzling with pieces slipping through my fingers. They have long legs and...

I see them most every week when I’m driving. The little man with his little wife going for their afternoon stroll on the s...

Hills in August rise frozen against the setting sun a glass of chardonnay perspiring at the table of summers she doesn’t ...

through table legs painted toenails coquet the edge of denim lemon, sea salt and baby arugula eaten with fingertips ca...

watching them with her orange eyes looking through their glass house she opens the window for fresh air            her clipped ...

Stepping with bare toes across meadows of balsamroot I glide swiftly on grasses soft from last night’s rain. Quietly slipping bet...

basalt, discordant and black, scattered the hillside of late warmth, a cadaver benumbed of cherishment. defeated, we wondered ...

sunrise on the vineyard the bees smell sweet blue dragonflies tango above the lake in sea green white birch night th...

butter she mixed with sugar and fed to us on saltine crackers we washed it down with powdered milk we were poor we were r...

Her thoughts took a dark turn like jackals in the threadbare sun ripping, ripping until she couldn’t see herself, now a carcass of o...