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Portraits From The Pier

Hola amigos reflexivos,

I hope you had a wonderful February.

I celebrated my birthday by the sea, and had a wonderful time doing so. It was such a beautiful environment, and it inspired so much creativity, which I have been able to share with you.

Below is a new set of poems, some written while I was away, and some written on my return. I hope you enjoy them!

I’ve also added PDF versions of everything on this page.

I also wanted to to clarify, as I did have a lot of tweets and instagram comments about this. I am not engaged. I did get a ring for Valentine’s day, but it was only a platonic gift. I’m not actually seeing anyone right now, and from my earlier accounts of how awful it is to date me, I’m sure you can see why.


J x

portraits jennifer juan

Penman Paramour

¿Que esperabas?
Death of the author.
Muse defies command,
twisted your plot twist.

Divorce my description,
no fixed fantasy.
I’m unerasable,
but I’ve walked off the page.


Please don’t come and find me,
allow my filtered lie.
I wipe you from my tears,
I’m just not that together.

Never was, but could be.

The door is tired,
of missing your key.
It sings a sad song,
my heart joins, swaying.

The Mature Student

The blackboard of your heart,
salutations scratching,
we are welcome markings.
Extradite the old nails.

Sparkling curriculum,
I watch you evolving.
Learning new affection,
to heal old broken hearts.

Everything but the past,
history has failed us.
I love like you’ve been mine,
since my very first breath.


Play dead under their assumption,
watching me fall apart.
Of all the hills to die upon,
I was my best battle.

Arise, arise, my own hero.
Sell tomorrow, today.
Snatch myself back from the poachers,
and die on my own terms.

The Twins

I count each rise and fall,
as I counted every day,
until you reached my arms,
and I could see the pavement.

Your silence is my fear,
and my sleeping salvation.
I wish for you to run,
just don’t leave me behind you.

You are a renewal,
the oldest kind of new start.
I saw you arriving,
and for the first time, I stayed.

Why I Never Time Travelled

Owned me,
owed me.
Brewed my tea,
spilled my tea.
Sold me,
escaped me.
Killed me,
mourned me. 

Always feared me,
way back when.


Static beauty, eternal,
once envied every page.
I, and beauty move.

Albert Road

Send me screaming through the streets,
across the diamonds, held by the walls.
Paradise purgatory,
my heart has lived here my whole life.

I’d starve for the vocal waves,
they’re in my hood, and in my head.
Loud, demanding, I’ll give in,
take my body, sleeping at sea.

Pick and Choose

I was first, ocean tearaway.
She docked her heart, on safer shores.
Little prince, and rebel fighter.
Couldn’t let us fly, drop anchor,
undeviating island.


Noir mantilla on tanned coils,
cling to god’s garden, step by step.
From his house to ours, as we dreamed.
We’ll go back someday, hand in hand.
Death will find me, when you are lost.

Recent Work

Portraits From The Pier

Come Find Me


6 thoughts on “Portraits From The Pier

  1. Astonishing work Jennifer, really so beautiful. Albert Road is my favourite, it was so full of longing, and it’s unusual for that to be for a place rather than a person. Can’t wait for more! The last two lines of The Mature Student are a thing of beauty.


  2. “and from my earlier accounts of how awful it is to date me, I’m sure you can see why”

    NOOOOO you are so cute omg. I bet it would be amazing to date you, even if you don’t see that lol. I love your new poems Jennifer. Thank you for posting them. Reading your stuff makes me want to learn how to write poems. Could you maybe do a post about that for people who don’t know where to start?

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