Poet Laundry

  Forget the old—   there’s no time like the present, and no place   like the honeycomb-home of your lips.   Lick those ru...

  With Jackson, standin' on the corner, winds are low, had a glass of Arizona tea.   We are a fine sight to see.   Even an eag...

  ghost crabs scurrying on the beach at night   our umbrella being stolen while we were snorkeling on Tortuga Beach the tide, too, (...