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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jenparkhill
- Nov 13, 2020
Noticing(s)
Lately I’m finding that we heal one another the most in the smallest actions, the little noticing(s) — It’s not the big overtures of love...
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
- Nov 3, 2020
Handwritten Letters Have a Heartbeat
(Why I love the USPS and the value in making our love felt when hugs are not available and text is not our only option) The way we...
jenparkhill
- Oct 17, 2020
Titties.
I love my tiny titties. There was a time I padded my bra, wore push ups and cutlets and googled breast alteration surgery late at night...
jenparkhill
- Oct 16, 2020
Soft.
What is not pictured here: me in process - healing my relationship to my human shell, reclaiming my feminine energy, finding love for the...
jenparkhill
- Oct 11, 2020
"Coming Out"
This week, the good people of Clit Talk release an episode of their pleasure positive podcast in honor of National Coming Out Day,...
jenparkhill
- Apr 18, 2020
CRYING WOLF X Help Ease the Number of Adverse Childhood Experiences During the Covid-19 Pandemic
As a survivor of traumatic childhood events, the livelihood of children for whom home is not a safe place and who are feeling the...
jenparkhill
- Apr 17, 2020
Hello Body. 12.
I find a dusty camcorder in the garage. It used to belong to my grandmother. It takes VHS tapes. In the years between 11 and 12 all want...
jenparkhill
- Apr 9, 2020
CRYING WOLF: Film Release April 19th, 2020
cryingwolffilm.com @cryingwolf_film April 19th 2020 via the film's website and Vimeo Hello, Like many of you, I find myself in quarantine...
jenparkhill
- Apr 1, 2020
We weren't built for this.
Spring in India. I find myself in the very back of a van with the windows down in the heat as we make the six hour drive, up up up, into...
jenparkhill
- Mar 29, 2020
#HALFTHESTORY
I have kept my depression a secret from my loved ones, keeping the mask of togetherness intact, busying myself with “work” during my most...
jenparkhill
- Mar 23, 2020
Hello Body. 11.
I’m 12. My father wakes me at 7am in a panic. Saturday morning. What happened? Are you okay??? He can barely produce the sounds that make...
jenparkhill
- Mar 14, 2020
Hello Body. 10.
Mother-less. My mother leaves our home as I enter the 6th grade. It will be years before I begin to understand the disease that takes her...
jenparkhill
- Feb 13, 2020
Hello Body. 9.
I slide into puberty like a whale slamming home base. Belly up and lacking grace. I still want to be the girl who skins her knees playing...
jenparkhill
- Jan 8, 2020
Hello Body. 8.
I’m standing on a stage with my hair in a cap and lights in my eyes. The play is Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I’m Charlie. Freckles...
jenparkhill
- Jan 8, 2020
Hello Body. 7.
At 8, I am obsessed with the mirror. I can drop anchor there. There. My feet in the sink on the counter in that bathroom with the peeling...
jenparkhill
- Dec 29, 2019
Hello Body. 6.
6. At 6 I play all day on the monkey bars. I lay in bed at night and run my fingers over the callouses on my palms. I earned this. Pride....
jenparkhill
- Dec 24, 2019
Hello Body. 5.
5. I disappear one afternoon. I’m five years old. My mother finds me in a neighbor’s closet where the neighbor’s five year-old son and I...
jenparkhill
- Dec 23, 2019
Hello Body. 4.
4. My brother is an infant. Baby skin. I can’t get enough of that skin. I maul him. I kiss his crown. I carry him from room to room. Tiny...
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