Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts

Saturday, January 27, 2024

The Dust Comes Out Like Stars

(Scratching Out This New Arizona Life)


In the air,

the scent of mesquite trees

and fry bread.


By the side of the road,

a dark head bobbing

above a collection

of turquoise and silver rings.


On my skin,

a touch of needling sun

like fresh stitching on a wound

too long held open.


Jesus healed with spit and dust.


A vermilion flycatcher,

like blood confetti

dripping from branch,

to branch,

to branch—


let’s me get closer

each time he sees us,


my hands full of mud.



© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

Friday, January 19, 2024

winter sakura


all i wore

was the solid ruby


on my breastbone


and the moonlight

upon my skin


and your hands

sent to measure me


and my scars


fading from pink

to white



© 2024 jennifer wagner

Tuesday, April 7, 2020


By the window,
lapping up the sun,
I read Rossetti’s, “The First Spring Day,”
and leaned my head against the pane

as if to become one
with blush blossoms
sprouting from the tree
and our neighbor’s sign
in bright yellow, pink and green:  hello spring.

Spring:  Florence Nightingale’s
cool kiss on the fevered brow of humanity.
Oh blow, swing your lamp—
your breath, meadowsweet,
your step, light, in our cimmerian war.

© 2020 Jennifer Wagner

dverse poetics:  in the time of the plague

Hope you all are well.  ~Love, Jen

The First Spring Day” by Christina Rossetti