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New Music Video – Dream Serene

Hola amigos,

You can now check out the music video for my upcoming single, Dream Serene, on YouTube.

Besos,

J x

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Sincerely, Jennifer x – S04E26 – The NHS Has The Clap, Bojo’s Has The Rona, And Jennifer Has Ambitions, Honey.

On today’s episode, Jennifer shares some new poems, and talks about training as a doctor, going to prison, haunting airports, and weird dreams.

Jennifer also updates you on the recent events in British politics, including the government’s plans to self employed people, Covid-19’s big return to Westminster, clapping as a cure for the ailing NHS, and the season finale of Jeremy Corbyn.

You can find the new episode on your favourite podcast provider here, and you can find the episode guide for Sincerely, Jennifer x here.

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Besos,

J x



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Pedantic Preacher

Last night,

I dreamed I got on a bus to hell,

and by some chance,

had memories of you,

in my mind,

so there you stood,

nicely passing out the strings of my heart,

that you had collected over the years,

and I silently took them back,

when I could,

wondering how you got your mind back,

and if your dog was still alive,

and if you ever redid your living room,

and if your black shirt,

with the clear buttons,

was ever the same,

after I drowned it.

You wouldn’t answer my questions,

pedantic preacher,

of a faith I no longer hold,

cruel Sphinx that still lives to torture little girls,

who’ve learned so many lessons,

but never seems to pass exams.

I am frightened when I dream of you,

though I know you belong to the ocean now,

but when I see you,

I see bridges,

atonements,

a religion that held me,

like a newborn baby,

then tossed me to the flames,

and I am livid,

lucid living,

in a delirious dream,

that I didn’t invite you to.

Tonight,

I will ask you again,

and as the room gets lighter,

when I’m closer to waking,

you will lean in close to answer,

kiss my cheek,

and then vanish.