jenparkhillJun 29, 2021Pass 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...
jenparkhillJun 29, 2021Snow 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...
jenparkhillMay 24, 2021Soft 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...
jenparkhillMar 22, 2021Before.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...
jenparkhillFeb 13, 2021Tarried.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...
jenparkhillJan 1, 2021Straight 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...
jenparkhillDec 31, 2020Primary.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...
jenparkhillDec 13, 2020A 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...
jenparkhillNov 17, 2020Fiberglass.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.
jenparkhillNov 13, 202011:11I keep looking at my breasts and thinking of nursing. Babies. Loads of them. Those screaming humans With rose bud Mouths. I tossed my bras
jenparkhillDec 4, 2019Hello 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...
jenparkhillOct 30, 20195:05 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...
jenparkhillOct 22, 2019Ordinary.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...
jenparkhillOct 11, 2019Flash 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...
jenparkhillSep 9, 2019Healing 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...
jenparkhillAug 29, 2019Little 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...
jenparkhillAug 16, 2019God.I’ve seen God in a ripped sky bleeding over a volcano’s crown I’ve seen God in your hands I’ve seen God in your mouth in cool water that...
jenparkhillAug 4, 2019womanperfectionism is a drug free and lethal spiny thorns that press to a fixed place cracks give me peace it wasn’t always the case I want to...
jenparkhillJun 25, 2019girl.there’s kombucha in my fridge and crystals in my pockets totems they make me feel good i curse like a sailor i like sailors my dad was...
jenparkhillJun 20, 2019Procrastination.I used to shame myself for procrastinating before sitting down to write on days I have set aside for working. I would putter and clean...