Poet Laundry

Rounding the corner I see him and can tell he wants to talk. I pull the earbuds from my ears— Hi, buddy.   How ya d...

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

Brooke Shaden Photography I have a demon for sale but it will cost you more than you are probably willing to pay. ...

wood smoke a flannel shirt rests on the woodpile © 2014 Jennifer Wagner For Carpe Diem: Cutting Wood

Expect rain. Expect something spilled precisely after mopping. Expect seven-year-old to not have brushed teeth, ...

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner artist point how a mistake can still be so beautiful © 2014 Jennifer Wagner Ab...

In one season life can bury its own color, cover every inch of ground in death brewed from an age-old malady,...

Photo © 2014 Jennifer Wagner the chickadees and nuthatches clap their wings against their sides zip, dip snip see...

It’s on our lips, we’re whispering the change of time while the ear tips of trees are burning orange. Seven and I pick and ...

In my thrift store psyche the ghost of you sits in a ring of dust on a table not quite antique. I keep check on it every no...