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When I See You Again
The world wanders around us, cider bottle, forgotten in the grass, as I drink in your kiss, convinced we are the only two left on the Earth. Summer has come. I am in your arms and the world feels right again, blossoms bound along the ground, swans singing as the sun goes down, and I…
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Jazz Song
Get lost with me, in the jazz song I wrote you, about how I longed to lay my cherry flavoured kiss, all across your skin, wrapped inside your arms again. Middle of the night, I struggle to sleep, thinking about how I want to share the spring with you, long evenings that get longer in…
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Summer Storms
It rained all summer, but nobody else saw storms. I drowned a little. Drowned in dejection, my own storms of solitude. Early morning rain. Late night, was the same. I’m hopeful, sun might return, but who really knows? Bright beaches, lost, lights out. My lighthouse, losing the will. I want to sparkle.
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I Am A Woman and I Have Shit To Do
I think I remember the first time I noticed I was a woman. I was seven, and a man’s eyes lingered too long… On what? I’m not so sure, because I was so small, so bereft of something to stare at, plain, unchanged from the flesh flower my mother had given to the world, not…
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Getting All Mixed Up While Filling In The Census Form
It’s that time again. Time to break my arms and legs, let myself fit neatly and uncomfortably into the ethnicity box on a form. For many years, I’ve ummed and ahhed about how all the stars in the sky that fell down and created my human form can be categorised. Brown eyes that have been…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 