laura m. porras | laundromat

Laundromat They say it all comes Out in the wash Sticks and stones Scrapes and burns Tears and smiles Years of wear made my Hair turn gray The color in my eyes Has faded I have come clean In my Continue reading laura m. porras | laundromat

a.d. winans | saturday afternoon at the laundromat

SATURDAY AFTERNOON AT THE LAUNDROMAT sitting at the neighborhood laundry sipping on a diet coke watching the world tumble around the dryer news from Iraq not good the economy not good as I watch a young girl in yellow sweater Continue reading a.d. winans | saturday afternoon at the laundromat

joe weil | laundromat prose ditty

Laundromat Prose Ditty Roskos, laundry poet supreme, asked me for this. I had laundry poems in my notebooks, but lost the notebooks-even a poem bout Joe Salerno, my old friend, and how it was snowing a couple weeks after he Continue reading joe weil | laundromat prose ditty

w.d. ehrhart | simple sonnet on terrorism

Simple Sonnet on Terrorism My name Osama Bama. I’m not the Dalai Lama. I come from Yokohama. I live in Alabama. I work at Panelrama. I ride a purple llama. I sleep in silk pajama. I don’t eat pork or Continue reading w.d. ehrhart | simple sonnet on terrorism