Poet Laundry

Conifers and salmon, seagrass and shellfish— where fresh meets salt, where the tide meets the river in a cockta...

Like a classic car, or old school stuff that never goes out of style, like when people say, in admiration, “they just don’t m...

Osprey Image found in the Public Domain Osprey is hungry— had the niner, tattooed and tough, but that meal w...

Compassion’s earache sits on the tattered couch worn thin by visitors who came to get and seldom returned to give. Compassi...

Stars fill and spill the black orchid night streaked silken with shimmering, all flickering in remembrance of one so small. ...

Remember when snowflakes came in our favorite flavors— running to catch them on our tongues, delighted smiles on our face...

Art by CatrinWelz-Stein Let’s put our thinking caps on; we can come up with something— I’ve always longed for a way to f...

International District, Seattle WA Photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner Afterward she felt just like the used condom,   ...

a love note/poem from my hubby via refrigerator magnets photo © 2013 jennifer wagner a soft tangerine moon glows there...

your blood blooms still  © 2013 Jennifer Wagner When there’s not enough hyssop to cleanse me of all these flaws— ...