Poet Laundry

I wrote a poem about two people I often see strolling together holding hands— is that you now on streets unending? Every mo...

photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner the red pony the hunt for red october the red pyramid redwall red rabbit w...

Photo by Margaret Bednar In the room of no music and unlit fires she hangs between us. Her fingers continue to po...

photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner i know we’ll all have our winters to face, and for some, dark skies may be just down the...

At all the wrong turns and times, and for the wrong reasons, we vowed love through false teeth. You were looking for a moth...

photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner i knew it butterflies do come in all shapes and sizes © 2013 Jennife...

a blurry photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner say the names and see them like your eyes have hands to touch them say th...

High Angle Rescue Drill, Firefighter Ian Wagner On the deck sipping the last of summer from my glass of iced coffee, I’...

In the scablands I was his sour rose made from the brittle peel of a dark and shriveled lime. I wore heartache on Tuesdays ...

photo © 2013 Jennifer Wagner she never knew a man before this hasn’t known a real one since © 2013 Jennifer Wagner ...