Poet Laundry

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

At 9 years old it’s funny how half the bait slips off the hook before it hits the water. Plop. A lonely barely-bi...

yoga, green tea, SUV pop culture, church, reality TV and don’t forget trips to Ha-wa-ii raining down words while sitting fat ...

blonde and brown heads bobbling with energy they, like arrows, pierce the earth with exuberance never losing their silly,...

old country road blanket of pine needles your cheeks ruddy ------------------- my cold hand in yours warm ---...

Her skirt of scarlet pulled from the ankle; as she hastened her steps breath rose in forms of smoky blue. Stopping cold on ...

Shift ends at 8am and I look over at the clock It’s odd to me he often arrives at 9:11, post commute I try not to think abo...

russet dreams in flax and gold spun through my fingers crisp and cool and bright the mornings of disappearing mist ...

She is hiding behind black everything— hair protruding from a black hoodie, covering all but one eye. Headphones are pumping s...

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