Poet Laundry

smells like             globs             of glue stuck to             crumpled             red tissue paper on gre...

semper augustus, wikimedia commons like a garnet-streaked tulip, valentine, in a field of daffodils more yel...

It sickles out a living when you're not looking, takes a piece of you, leaves a part of it on you, in certain scars...

I want to search your depths and find veils and smoke, that will vanish at last in flame.            --from Eve's Discourse, by...

Harmonica in hand, fedora tipped, he sits on the curb at Pike Place,            a glass at his side. I don't q...

i didn't point it out actually, i didn't even notice but that's how love is,                                     ...

Green winter notes in January bleed into February-- scent of pine, lavender,            honey in my tea. We slice lemo...

Image via Amazon Yes, it's a real place, and we stayed near it for a night. Well, almost. We stayed until shots rang out...

Townsend's Warbler, the Pileated Woodpecker, Varied Thrush. Red-breasted Nuthatches, Black-capped Chickadees, Che...

write me a song with your eyes like you do hang up your helmet, your axe, come home to me © 2015 Jennifer Wag...