Poet Laundry
Poetry by Jennifer Wagner. From grit to sparkle.
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Saturday, July 26, 2025
Mirage
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The ship with orange sails stands out among the rest. Perhaps whoever chose them wanted them to match their destination— ...
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Thursday, April 24, 2025
Now & Then
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Now, the streets are worn and cobbled, but among them I still hover, hobble— survivor of the fate, the madness, of the war. ...
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Sunday, July 21, 2024
Aristotle's Kiss
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Photo © 2024 Jennifer Wagner There are places my heart goes to, cracks in the earth softened by sunrise or sunset. Rem...
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