Poet Laundry

  A thousand trees from sunset, each with a hand held out our windows   cupping an apricot wind, a warm pine breeze combs through ou...

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner There are things we lost in the flood or after it in the seeping, standing water up p...

Brush my mind with ticklings of innocence; I’ve since passed them sinking in the quicksand of want; disclosing destroye...

basalt, discordant and black, scattered the hillside of late warmth, a cadaver benumbed of cherishment. defeated, we wondered ...

watching driftwood roll in                    silently                   slow sea breeze blowing salt into old wounds ...

misplaced jewels— that little restaurant we found, and why we loved each other Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner