Here’s To The Kids Who Wear Purple

You taught me to love,

showing me how to put familiar fondness

in the single fondant fancy I would find,

hiding in my lunch box,

alongside salad sandwiches,

that tasted of

“Have a good day.”

“Come home safe.”

“You are the thing I have loved most,

in this wild, wide world.”

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I watched you wash my clothes,

turning them from fashion to compassion,

sending me into the world each day,

wrapped in wishes that I would be wise and well,

sending me to sleep,

with stories,

soft pyjamas,

and a small nightlight made of the stars from the sky,

you always taught me was mine to aim for.

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So,

why,

when I loved someone,

who loved me too,

the way you taught me,

with kindness,

selflessly,

more than I had ever loved anyone,

in this wild, wide world,

did you suddenly stop?


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Poetry Videos Section Updated

Hola amigos,

I have updated the video section of my website, to make it easier to find and watch my video content. It has also been updated to include my most recent visual poems.

You can check out the updated poetry video section here.

Besos,

J x


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Hola amigos,

There is now a brand new episode of Sincerely, Jennifer x available to stream and download from your favourite podcast platform.

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Besos,

J x


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Car Parks

There was red and blue,

in the air,

sirens singing,

as I stared up at you,

like you were an old friend,

an old memory,

a stabilising slap to the face,

among the chaotic commuters,

questioning officers,

about how they should get home,

and what they should do.

I had been worrying

about a press release,

getting to the cinema on time,

paying the council tax,

but then,

there you were,

staring down at me,

caught on the edge of the worst of life.

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Caught at the edge of today,

crawling across the concrete of the car park,

your weary arms are waiting,

done with holding you up,

for all the world to see,

saying

I still want to stay”

I watch them cling to the concrete,

whispering

But I don’t know if I can”

and I wish,

so hard,

that I could change your mind,

even though I don’t know you like that,

or, at all,

actually.

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I saw you live,

though,

led back from the edge of goodbye,

into the horizon,

towards help and hope,

as I,

and all the chaotic commuters cleared the road,

going back to little problems,

like press releases,

cinema dates,

council tax,

so we didn’t have to think of giant concrete car parks,

and their habit of stealing people,

to take them to the sky.



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