Poet Laundry

© 2013 Jennifer Wagner It only takes a moment to see the light as it’s crossing your path, like quail to the apricot t...

I don’t miss raindrops; they’ve had their day. I don’t miss March, April, or even May; especially when I see the ...

You can hear them, like little ghosts haunting the air at night, though we don’t have the blue note whippoorwill in our evergreen...

Organic Brandywine Tomato Sprouts I’m going to buy an orchard and pick fruit, waving flies away. I’ll wear a straw hat an...

Steller's Jay plumage in silver blue, sooty crest of charcoal worn like a thief’s mask, and it’s true, she will rob ...