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B. N. Wattenbarger is an author and poet living in the American South. Her poetry has been featured on Ayaskala, Laurels & Bells, and Nightingale & Sparrow.

dancer's feet
i have danced five times in my life: girl scouts, prom, by the river at night with a bottle of beer in one hand and a boy's hand on my...

this city
this city feeds off dreams: eats them, swallows them whole. i carry every step i have ever taken forward as a blister on my heels i've...

intimacy
I want to live on the edges, the dawns and dusks where the warm colors dull sharp edges into soft. I want to live in the warmth between...

October Writing Prompts Day 3
It's a short, hot summer. Most summers here are hot. Not just hot, but a scorching kind of heat that kills the grass and burns the...

October Writing Prompts Day 2
She was looking forward to the ceremony. Of course she was– she'd been waiting her whole life for this. Today marked the truth of her...

October Writing Prompts Day 1
It was almost definitely the adrenaline. Or perhaps it was the four iced coffees on an empty stomach– though, what was that but a false...

champagne mornings
waking up with you: a champagne morning. your lips, like wine blur the sharp edges and i am heady with the feel of your skin on my skin. ...

places of worship
am i benevolent? i am nothing if not benevolent. i say tell me, you say worship. it took five hundred years to build the ulm minster....

In Every City I See Ghosts
my mouth on yours, a promise my hand in yours, familiar at the park, on the bridge across the river watching our friends walk away at...

What's Real Is This
have you ever done push-ups on a speeding train? hung from the luggage racks, got off at the wrong stop? gone all the way to the ends of...

Three Poems
Three Poems for a Young Delinquent rumchata I think you'll like rumchata, more than Malibu anyway. I made mixed drinks. They're– well,...

My Body is a Mausoleum
my mother once told me it was hard to know me. i seal my thoughts into tombs, and do not mark their edges. she says my body has become a...

Let's Talk About The Apocalypse
let's talk about the apocalypse my whole life, someone's been saying the world is ending. the preacher tells me god is coming back soon...

liminal space
an incomplete list of liminal spaces i have lost and found myself in: steak and shake past midnight, when the waiters don't care if you...

unsafe sex and unsafe drinking
cw: this poem discusses sexual assault, rape, and unsafe drinking habits. in college i attended a seminar titled "safe sex and safe...

the american dream
scientists say americans are touch-starved. we only touch each other when we want something. I don't know what I want. years ago, the...

Abecedarian Tindr Profile
A girl like many others, I was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee. I love to drive across the country, listening to Edward Sharpe and the...

Sestina: on Sestinas
Sestinas give me a headache. It’s still simpler than writing prose: I am a poet, after all. I was born to feel too much and put it on...

Introduction
Hi! My name is B. N. Wattenbarger, and I'm a queer author and poet living in the American South. I've been writing poetry since I was...






