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    Pass the Light.
    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...
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    Snow Blown.
    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...
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    Soft Boy's Love Song.
    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...
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    Before.
    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...
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    Tarried.
    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...
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    Straight to Voicemail.
    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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    Primary.
    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...
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    A Home.
    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...
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    Fiberglass.
    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.
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    11:11
    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
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    Hello Body.     1.
    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...
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    5:05 am.
    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...
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    Ordinary.
    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...
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    Flash Flood.
    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...
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    Healing is.
    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...
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    Little Circus.
    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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    God.
    jenparkhill
    • Aug 16, 2019

    God.

    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...
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    woman
    jenparkhill
    • Aug 4, 2019

    woman

    perfectionism 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...
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    girl.
    jenparkhill
    • Jun 25, 2019

    girl.

    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...
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    Procrastination.
    jenparkhill
    • Jun 20, 2019

    Procrastination.

    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...
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