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New Video: Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill
Hola amigos, You can now view the video version of my poem “Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill” from the collection of the same name. I hope you enjoy it! Besos, J x Enter The Poetry Competition here Order “Kissing Boys, Just For The Thrill” here Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The…
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Staying After School
Valleys, groves, hills and fields, my love, I heard your name in every one, every waning whisper of the wind, as I lay in your lap, wary but wild, and you read to me. I was taken from the ground, you know, little girl lost to your gust. I must stress, I was literate before…
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Home, At Last
Nothing changed, except me, the very last of those girls, who skipped, so drunk, down the royal roads, to imagine our lives could be whatever we dreamed of. Now the girls are gone, they are fine, I imagine. We send digital hearts, online, to say, “Hey, I’m not dead. Glad you aren’t either.” I have…
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Bruised And Blue
“Hey man.” He says, knowing I am at home, where he left me, a forgotten phone, or set of keys. “Are you controlling a woman?” I wish I were a forgotten phone, or a set of keys. I sing lullabies to my legs, bruised and blue, we get in the way of his meditation, or…
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A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Bus Stop
I thought he wasn’t breathing. I cursed myself for checking out of science class, like I knew it all, and for panicking on the phone, as the kind but clearly frustrated paramedic tried to teach me how to see life. A whole town walked by. Different faces, same “not my problem” look in their eyes.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 