marked by canines.
I came out of the womb in a birthing squat. My pen is the fruit of my life’s labor — the written story. To blow the lid off my own life...
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jenparkhill
Nov 16, 2023
I was eating Molten Cheese...
I was eating molten cheese, the kind that comes out of a spout, from Taco Bell. I was a high school senior, hopeful actress, crashing at...
jenparkhill
Feb 12, 2023
cowlick.
the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. I always thought that patch of hair...
jenparkhill
Oct 11, 2022
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...
jenparkhill
Sep 4, 2022
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, 2022
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, 2022
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, 2022
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, 2022
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, 2022
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, 2022
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...
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