Poet Laundry

Everything I saw that day reminded me of another. Two daisies in a glass bowl. A discarded coffee cup (Starbucks). Red spray...

Image URI: http://mrg.bz/URIXxH He's gathering up, one by one, and placing, the memorial stones. I can hear it all throu...

(according to my eight-year-old son) First, manual labor. Then, buy lots and lots of football cards until you get The On...

so much depends upon the spill of water warm in the basin the tumble-soft tones of Coltrane from another room t...

MagpieTales 305, Photo by Caroline Knopf When you left I swore off hunting for reasons I wasn't good enough. ...

Mama chestnut-backed chickadee flew in our 70's window and landed on our scarlet, gold and green rug. After a few momen...

morgueFile She was born with a bottle of blue darkness inside her. When the light cracks the glass, shafts of ...

“ Cut corn stalks in the wind” video by Maria Wulf at Full Moon Fiber Art The howling of the wolves, the empty stalks, this is ho...

in rainland we long for snow but oh! the green © 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Grapes, mangoes, sweet satsumas, watermelon. Apples, red. My son loves fruit and drinks only water. We've called h...