Poet Laundry

That April of the fall it was already the burning season; petal-damp tulips lined the bent road, curving west. We donned the ...

my alabaster box is broken my hair perfumed i am the weeping woman, child lost & found i am like stardust hammocked in th...

T206 Honus Wagner Baseball Card Image in the Public Domain When you’re rare you’re worth a lot. Even if you’re just ...

image by cohdra   Poems are stained paper mosaics, words picked up on the journey, dismantled proverbs set i...

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner what is found when we are broken down to remnants, to debris? mementos, photos, thin...

Mag 213 I bore your neurotoxic carvings straight-razored into my skin, nerve endings dangling, exposed, until I transfo...

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner Spring’s love note comes like riotous femininity sipping pink champagne and throwing her h...

photo © 2014 jennifer wagner extra treats, longer hugs. laryngeal paralysis & age are taking you into th...

The last I heard from you was at 5:30am and I turn off the TV now to rain forecast and reports of mud to turn to quicksand. ...

At the beginning, ends, and afters, (the dawn, the dusk, the eclipsing of the rain shower), you call: 1. wake up ...