Poet Laundry

What you don’t know is the wolves came when I was much too young and sunk their teeth into the deep of me and left a hole. The ...

Remember boys Are tender souls With mud stains And Xbox games Running fast Looking back Sword fights Movie nights F...

late spring in the meadow deep blue larkspur unruffled by the breeze  © 2013 Jennifer Wagner  For Carpe Diem Special:  Sp...

as if beauty belongs to youth alone and is not earned in the lines of skin lived and held tight to truths within where one size...

There was always a little booze to get the tongue loose, and sex to bridge the bodily gap. But once all the highballs wer...