Poet Laundry

I once trusted every standing bridge I came to, that it would hold, carry me over to the other side. Now, I doubt. ...

I’ll admit it.   It doesn’t feel much like love when I’m doing it.   Laying out bread, layering meat, cheese, lettuce.   Slicing apple...

Image © 2016 Jennifer Wagner flowers are for falling like i do into you, knee-deep and head over— for healing ...