Poet Laundry

They flew in the cold, in the pitch-blackness of an evil sky, riddled with bullets. No radios. No parachutes. 2 bomb...

cobwebs thick upon your hands dirt underneath your nails embedded deep buried             alive you feel the crust of t...

 She tucked me into bed, wrapped me in an age-worn quilt and I slept like the baby I nearly was. When I woke, I pulled ...

raindrops puddle bouncing i want to play too Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner recuerda mi corazon  

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 ...