Autumn.
we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our...
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jenparkhill
- Sep 4
The Way of the Range.
“Why do you always wear black?” “I’m in mourning for my life.” —Masha The Seagull To be alive is to mourn. Beds where we once rested our...
jenparkhill
- Sep 4
Killer Dyke.
tonight I shaved my bush off for no reason other than to have one singular thing in my life that feels smooth and to create the illusion...
jenparkhill
- Sep 4
On A Wednesday.
On a Wednesday morning, I’m cleaning an Airbnb for cash. Texas is hot. Severe heat warnings hot. Film work is slow. The thought of a 12...
jenparkhill
- Jun 20
We have to get on the floor.
“We have to get on the floor.” I said, “When this song comes on, we have to stop what we’re doing and get on the floor.” It was...
jenparkhill
- Jun 20
Zion.
do you remember the ghost deer when we were so high out of our damn minds coming off that sunset hike in Zion. we couldn’t tell if they...
jenparkhill
- May 20
Mother I've Left for the Circus.
mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on....
jenparkhill
- Jan 25
A New Year's Resolution.
A new year’s resolution: This year I would like to be the person who helps the laundry make its way back into the drawers. And I’d like...
jenparkhill
- Jun 29, 2021
Find-You-Later-Love.
“I’m living my best bachelor life,” I say. In minutes,“hey Jen, you wanna kiss me, Jen?” We’re kissing in the street. Night. Warm air....
jenparkhill
- Jun 29, 2021
I Kicked the Can that Spilled the Trust.
I was programmed from birth, that my worth need be validated by men. 2 years into my life as an out queer person, while navigating a long...
jenparkhill
- Jun 29, 2021
Pass the Light.
there’s a particular kind of rain thunderous. mad rain pours down from buckets then gone that rain that rain reminds me of fucking you in...
jenparkhill
- Jun 29, 2021
Snow Blown.
Taos // February 2021 A reprieve with loved ones just after weathering one of the worst storms ever to hit Texas. And an excerpt written...
jenparkhill
- Jun 29, 2021
All I Really Wanna Know is Who Can Love Me in the Dark.
I looked this way throughout most of 2020 and well into 2021. Hair in a knot, a haphazard combination of clothing, always involving a...
jenparkhill
- May 24, 2021
Soft Boy's Love Song.
I wonder if you quit people. you know, the way you quit cigarettes steadfast but hidden round the back I wonder if you make love or if...
jenparkhill
- Mar 22, 2021
Before.
before the sex: a party hung around till tail lights only us then he slid hands I started to cry “we don’t have to.” and “Do you like to...
jenparkhill
- Feb 13, 2021
Tarried.
I wanna be your cowboy. strike that. I wanna be the horse yeah, I wanna be that horse who carries you. I want heartbeats synced and grass...
jenparkhill
- Jan 1, 2021
Straight to Voicemail.
there’s blood stains on every pair of panties I own I stuck em in a bowl and dyed them all black I’ve had an IUD for ten years and had a...
jenparkhill
- Dec 31, 2020
Primary.
I’ve been thinking a lot about color. Missing it In the bleakness in some of these recent days. I’ve been thinking about painting the...
jenparkhill
- Dec 13, 2020
A Home.
we called it the Nunnery. 8 months 4 women under one roof— counting the dog. we healed in that house. cutting palm leaves in nightgowns...
jenparkhill
- Nov 17, 2020
Fiberglass.
Little pangs of remember all over. And our mattress is long gone. Left on a Brooklyn stoop for someone else to unzip their life on.