The Space Between Us

 

Photo © Jennifer Wagner

Ghostskulls and peppers

line brick-and-mortars

where Santa Fe licks heels of tourists

emptying their pockets of tin.

 

The warm, earthy scent of blue corn

tortillas gallops on high desert wind—

here, where chance remains

of another time find me—a castaway

 

in some longebegone

Puebloan city—

hungry for a taste of spice

as ancient as Eve.

 

 

© 2026 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Poetics

lua’s line

Old Photograph

 

Photo © Jennifer Wagner

 

It was the bloom of your soft cheeks,

flush with the enjoyment

of victory,

 

and your hands—those rosebud fists—

blossoming before our very eyes

to grasp the world,

 

and your smile, bursting bright,

a long-forgotten gift,

unearthed from the garden box

of remembering.

 

 

© 2026 Jennifer Wagner

 

dVerse Q: bloom