Jennifer Wiren
@jenniferwiren.bsky.social
Trans poet and novelist.
The wind shouts
Up here,
It collides with every flame.
I sit
With my back to the world
As the embers of my mind
Sputter with doubt.
I hope,
Hope it catches me,
But all that is left
That cares to catch me
Is its coating of concrete.
For the first time in my life
I
L
e
t
g
o.
#poetry #poem
Up here,
It collides with every flame.
I sit
With my back to the world
As the embers of my mind
Sputter with doubt.
I hope,
Hope it catches me,
But all that is left
That cares to catch me
Is its coating of concrete.
For the first time in my life
I
L
e
t
g
o.
#poetry #poem
September 15, 2026 at 9:17 AM
September 6, 2026 at 5:26 PM
Bath tub bubbles,
Water spurts
Where water sits
And at the crash,
The place they're born,
Sparkles spread beyond.
This spherical mind,
This fragile perfection,
Can only pop up
When chaos yields
Force to creation.
#blueskypoets
Water spurts
Where water sits
And at the crash,
The place they're born,
Sparkles spread beyond.
This spherical mind,
This fragile perfection,
Can only pop up
When chaos yields
Force to creation.
#blueskypoets
August 17, 2026 at 1:59 PM
Bath tub bubbles,
Water spurts
Where water sits
And at the crash,
The place they're born,
Sparkles spread beyond.
This spherical mind,
This fragile perfection,
Can only pop up
When chaos yields
Force to creation.
#blueskypoets
Water spurts
Where water sits
And at the crash,
The place they're born,
Sparkles spread beyond.
This spherical mind,
This fragile perfection,
Can only pop up
When chaos yields
Force to creation.
#blueskypoets
The ideas we receive,
They're seeds.
Some grow alone
On window sills,
Some sit in rows
And feed millions,
Some form mighty oaks
Strangling the things
Beyond adapting to their shade.
And some
Are weeds
That claw
Their way
Out our ground,
Risking death
For one last
Veiled threat.
#poetry #poem
They're seeds.
Some grow alone
On window sills,
Some sit in rows
And feed millions,
Some form mighty oaks
Strangling the things
Beyond adapting to their shade.
And some
Are weeds
That claw
Their way
Out our ground,
Risking death
For one last
Veiled threat.
#poetry #poem
July 31, 2026 at 3:52 PM
An hour,
One whole hour,
With no message back.
Must've said something wrong,
An offensive comma
Or a spiteful interrobang.
The scent of love
Filtered me out.
The blind's open,
Regret, despair, loss
Knock on glass.
Bzzt
Oh wait,
They replied,
See you in,
Yeah,
About an hour's time.
#poetry #poem
One whole hour,
With no message back.
Must've said something wrong,
An offensive comma
Or a spiteful interrobang.
The scent of love
Filtered me out.
The blind's open,
Regret, despair, loss
Knock on glass.
Bzzt
Oh wait,
They replied,
See you in,
Yeah,
About an hour's time.
#poetry #poem
July 30, 2026 at 4:38 PM
July 8, 2026 at 2:26 PM
Maybe a man
In this tunnel
Of an ancient
Gruesome
History looking for knowledge
Would make the helicopter back.
But I came
Smelling treasure.
If these bones redeemed
What they dealt
Then the corners
Would not be bent.
Now I've no choice
But to double down
On the daemons
In my head.
#poetry #poem
In this tunnel
Of an ancient
Gruesome
History looking for knowledge
Would make the helicopter back.
But I came
Smelling treasure.
If these bones redeemed
What they dealt
Then the corners
Would not be bent.
Now I've no choice
But to double down
On the daemons
In my head.
#poetry #poem
July 7, 2026 at 3:54 PM
And so
There's this Universe
And, by its judgement,
It formed a thing
That could judge.
And the judgey thing
Judged the worth of
Everything,
And it came to itself
And flipped and flopped
To latch a breath
That it could catch,
And, not feeling itself,
Judged this thing
Of zero worth.
#poetry #poem
There's this Universe
And, by its judgement,
It formed a thing
That could judge.
And the judgey thing
Judged the worth of
Everything,
And it came to itself
And flipped and flopped
To latch a breath
That it could catch,
And, not feeling itself,
Judged this thing
Of zero worth.
#poetry #poem
July 1, 2026 at 3:14 PM
You can,
It's free,
It's all there is,
You can give it
A go.
Try to love this
Me,
Oh, oh, oh,
I dare you.
You can't pass
Through,
Cos
It crazy
In all ways,
It lazy
For all days,
And it a bit of a daisy
'Cept for the aspect that pays.
It a
Sea without wind,
Desert without a night.
#poem #poetry
It's free,
It's all there is,
You can give it
A go.
Try to love this
Me,
Oh, oh, oh,
I dare you.
You can't pass
Through,
Cos
It crazy
In all ways,
It lazy
For all days,
And it a bit of a daisy
'Cept for the aspect that pays.
It a
Sea without wind,
Desert without a night.
#poem #poetry
April 27, 2026 at 3:59 PM
We are the inside
That is outside,
The perceiver
That's perceived.
A particle
Atop
A wave,
That can only guess how it should behave.
We both know
It's coming,
But only one
Can refuse
To react.
This body
Envelops my rhyme,
It is this soul that's
The ultimate distortion of space-time.
#poetry #poem
That is outside,
The perceiver
That's perceived.
A particle
Atop
A wave,
That can only guess how it should behave.
We both know
It's coming,
But only one
Can refuse
To react.
This body
Envelops my rhyme,
It is this soul that's
The ultimate distortion of space-time.
#poetry #poem
April 24, 2026 at 3:45 PM
April 19, 2026 at 8:50 AM
Belief is reality's constant,
The rebound to the push.
Out the womb
Into the woods,
Here light speaks
In hushed tones,
Hear it tell you
Where it has been,
It's not going anywhere
Unless you close your eyes
And fall asleep.
Now the photon's dream,
Mass to imagine
Per chance to seem.
#poetry #poem
The rebound to the push.
Out the womb
Into the woods,
Here light speaks
In hushed tones,
Hear it tell you
Where it has been,
It's not going anywhere
Unless you close your eyes
And fall asleep.
Now the photon's dream,
Mass to imagine
Per chance to seem.
#poetry #poem
March 19, 2026 at 5:03 PM
I got nothing.
This brain's a furball
That won't quite come
Up.
When I get out of this coma
I'm going to sleep.
Thermite sight.
I can't choose to fight or not,
I can only choose where
These blows fit.
Gloves form awful eyeballs,
Your frozen hands
Caress
As they send shivers
Down.
#poetry #poem
This brain's a furball
That won't quite come
Up.
When I get out of this coma
I'm going to sleep.
Thermite sight.
I can't choose to fight or not,
I can only choose where
These blows fit.
Gloves form awful eyeballs,
Your frozen hands
Caress
As they send shivers
Down.
#poetry #poem
March 17, 2026 at 4:55 PM
The mountain
We climb
An other's
Placid clime.
Both bounces fine,
Surface
Deep,
Visions of the sea.
We listen,
Do you ever listen?
We protect ourselves
With a universe of surface.
Do not listen,
Let this sight seep:
Eternal truth must trust a lie
For the emptiness to run dry.
#poetry #poem
We climb
An other's
Placid clime.
Both bounces fine,
Surface
Deep,
Visions of the sea.
We listen,
Do you ever listen?
We protect ourselves
With a universe of surface.
Do not listen,
Let this sight seep:
Eternal truth must trust a lie
For the emptiness to run dry.
#poetry #poem
March 11, 2026 at 5:15 PM