Poet Laundry

(according to my eight-year-old son) First, manual labor. Then, buy lots and lots of football cards until you get The On...

so much depends upon the spill of water warm in the basin the tumble-soft tones of Coltrane from another room t...

MagpieTales 305, Photo by Caroline Knopf When you left I swore off hunting for reasons I wasn't good enough. ...

Mama chestnut-backed chickadee flew in our 70's window and landed on our scarlet, gold and green rug. After a few momen...

morgueFile She was born with a bottle of blue darkness inside her. When the light cracks the glass, shafts of ...

“ Cut corn stalks in the wind” video by Maria Wulf at Full Moon Fiber Art The howling of the wolves, the empty stalks, this is ho...

in rainland we long for snow but oh! the green © 2016 Jennifer Wagner

Grapes, mangoes, sweet satsumas, watermelon. Apples, red. My son loves fruit and drinks only water. We've called h...

My son's crutches leave double circles on the wood floor, marks that show where he's been, sometimes stuck, sucti...

All the best, all the brightest, wishing you all the finest for 2016.