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, 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
- 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
- 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
- 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.
jenparkhill
- Nov 13, 2020
11:11
I keep looking
at my breasts
and thinking of nursing.
Babies.
Loads of them.
Those screaming humans
With rose bud
Mouths.
I tossed my bras
jenparkhill
- Dec 4, 2019
Hello Body. 1.
1. I’m bare skinned and belly down on a lamb skin rug. I’m watching myself in a mirror fixed to one side of a triangular plastic toy. The...
jenparkhill
- Oct 30, 2019
5:05 am.
I hold her as an hour glass. perfect. creature. sand that tick tick ticks through that neck. in night, I hold her on her side watch the...
jenparkhill
- Oct 22, 2019
Ordinary.
my life has been as ordinary as any other in that it has been extraordinary in corners built for my sole perception the magnificence of...
jenparkhill
- Oct 11, 2019
Flash Flood.
are you rain, she says. yes, yes, I am. how did you know? I say. “my grandmother was rain. Flash Flood. You.” she wants to know what my...
jenparkhill
- Sep 9, 2019
Healing is.
Healing is not a graph one can point to and there is no one course of action that can lead us there. It is a mercurial act of will and a...
jenparkhill
- Aug 29, 2019
Little Circus.
my body is a container memories and thoughts more than architecture I wear the cake I ate with pride I wear the hurts I ached right there...
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