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The Holiday I Hoped We Would Have
I thought, for a moment, on the Ferris wheel, above a sea you’d never seen, in the ever moving, ever evolving flesh, that we would be immortalised. A puke inducing public display of affection, that made tourist children cover their eyes, and parents sigh, with nostalgia, along with the knowledge that they’d later have to…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E34 – The United Kingdom of Great Struggle and Northern Suffering
On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about loss and grief, being afraid of the future, motherhood, marriage and inequality in the UK. Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including Boris getting desperate at PMQs, the government attacking journalists, and Tory MPs spreading fake news. You can…
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Red Ribbon
I am so awake, but so tired of it. You sleep, by my side, and I weep, watching your dreams, all the days you have to live, without the remains of the frayed red ribbon, that used to hold us together. I watch your dreams, the way they change, depending on who you’re facing. Things…
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Paper Cuts
I have paper cuts, that spell out the wedding vows, you forgot to make. I have paper cuts, that tell me to wait, sleep, hope. I am impatient. I have paper cuts, that feel like your warm embrace. I can’t stop reading. I have paper cuts, that tell a sad love story, but I cannot…
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Swanscombe Used To Be Such A Nice Little Town
Helicopters hang over my house, most nights, sweet symphony of sirens, the violin solo of violence. Somebody will awake to bad news. A boy was stabbed last night. The neighbours are all whispering, about how the streets don’t feel safe, the value of their houses, even less so. A boy was stabbed last night, but…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 