Poet Laundry

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner Spring’s love note comes like riotous femininity sipping pink champagne and throwing her h...

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner extra treats, longer hugs. laryngeal paralysis & age are taking you into th...

The last I heard from you was at 5:30am and I turn off the TV now to rain forecast and reports of mud to turn to quicksand. ...

At the beginning, ends, and afters, (the dawn, the dusk, the eclipsing of the rain shower), you call: 1. wake up ...

Fairyland – Sunita Khedekar beez buzz zap             zapp fizzle fuzzle guzzle             nuzzle the pleas...

What Lies Beneath – Vandy Massey Let all the dry and brittle fall away, you’ll green again. I’ll climb you in summer...

Now, Mama Deborah was a prophet; she knew what would happen. She’d said a woman was going to get the job done. Sisera had been ...

i write to know myself, see myself, bare myself—myself, bare— to scratch my existence, my witness made manifest, on the confl...

The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau, image via The Mag If you’re going to have a pet lion you’d better carry a s...

image:   wikimedia commons at the zoo for me there is only the clouded leopard pacing its fishbowl cage. her sa...