Poet Laundry

The Ad Says:   Spirited. Adventurous. Intuitive. Don’t change , you say, inspired by the song of love triumphant and the scent I wo...

Like a sweaty mosh pit? Well no, that’s not it, exactly. Like a rave? With neon rainbows and ecstasy? Nope, not that eith...

a summer rain a giggle in your sleep crying, the good kind the smell of coffee the first sip breaking the last of anyth...

Burst the lock, release the chain, we ask for different but get the same— save (sell) our souls in forward exchange. ...

I listen to the darkness, the beautiful kind when the lights are off, and I close my eyes and see the last light burned into ...

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner we’ve been thirsting for this all year— summer, when we cut the edges off with soft fle...

Glasshouse at Chihuly Garden and Glass – Seattle, WA Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner ice cold lemonade—the kind to make y...

Summer’s kisses past are in my dresser— caresses pressed between pages like petals. A thousand moonlights are in my clo...

photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner Chihuly Garden and Glass Seattle, WA who knows what may come what may grow from an ope...

image by deegolden The weird Y at W Bostian Rd reminds me of the little house we rented when we were young and living on love.   Wh...