Hello Body. 2.
2. My second birthday. Or perhaps it is my third. I climb out of my crib to spy my mother making a cake in the kitchen. The smell of...
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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...
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...
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...
jenparkhill
- Jul 6, 2019
Uncle Eileen (BrUNch Magazine 2017)
New York poet Eileen Myles has always been known as “Uncle Eileen” to her nephews. It sort of knocked my socks off when I first heard...
jenparkhill
- Jul 6, 2019
Things I Know (BrUNch Magazine 2016)
At 10 p.m. we have missed our train to Varanasi. We drive to the next village to catch a train from there. We are advised by our guide to...
jenparkhill
- Jul 6, 2019
Theater Out of Thin Air: Why Against All Odds, the Theater Thrives in Cuba
In Cuba, there is a saying, “If you don’t love your country, you don’t love your mother.” Although we can all agree that loving your...
jenparkhill
- Jul 6, 2019
No Apologies: a Backward Slide into an Addicted Mind
Steve McQueen’s Shame begins in a bed. Brandon’s bed. And in some way the film never leaves it. At least the viewer’s mind never travels...
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...
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...
jenparkhill
- Jun 6, 2019
Yellow.
Listen on Soundcloud Curls I cut from my brother’s baby head when I am five and jealous. The light that hits a river bank in Yosemite...
jenparkhill
- Jun 6, 2019
Hunger.
my phantom limb has a mouth where the knee bends teeth like razors that bite in night when the earth falls still. sugar in the grill that...
jenparkhill
- Jun 6, 2019
A Hundred Years or Less.
A hundred years or less to run the wheels off this flesh suit. Wear it down to where there is nothing left. A hundred years of filling...
jenparkhill
- Jun 6, 2019
we ring and run.
we ring and run plastic bags sagging on the steps a dung heap of lost sleep a ditched pile of not regret we fold fire and wedge it in...
jenparkhill
- Jun 6, 2019
Curar.
thirsty. girl. drink drink from the well I’m keeping stocked be the pan that holds the egg plop and sizzle in my grip grief is the clean...
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