Author: Jen
Blogger challenge: My ideal hours would be …
Sitting on the carpet combing tracks down your long brown hair with a blue-handled brush — Sitting on the carpet across from your wrinkled hands …
Lay flat to dry
I’ve started to play with my label. It’s itching me a little. I tried moving my neck side to side to see if it would …
Art of attraction
Art begets art, don’t you think? Of course, we may disagree on the definition of art. But I find the more I notice, the more …
This poem comes in pencil only
This guy popped out of nowhere after 30 or so years just when I needed him most. He looks like a dapper old cat, but …
Tell me a secret I don’t already know
Almost as much as I am fascinated by memory and by man’s search for meaning, I am insanely curious about secrets. I’m fascinated by why we keep …
Return to sender
I let go of Shira yesterday. I called her up on the phone, walked over to her house, met her on the path there, and …
Pretty lies
If I could play piano as deftly as I do in my dreams If I could sing and you could hear the rich tones I …
What’s Off-Limits When I Die
Who gets to decide what of yours gets published after you’re gone? Who says that your journals, your letters, your doodles in the margins get …
The Things We Keep
When my husband and I were first married, we were part of a group of people in Tucson, Arizona designing a new cohousing community— our …
Since I put your picture in a frame
There’s a photo in one of the albums in one of my cardboard boxes that nobody posing would want me to scan and post anywhere. …
The poetry inside other people’s cardboard boxes
A new hobby is birthing itself, pushing its way out. Like when I took to exploring New York with my neck cranked back gazing up at …
Egyptian Eye
The weekend arrives and most of us crave comfort food. Doesn’t matter if we’re so old we force ourselves to gulp down steel cut oats …
An Open Letter to Time: I Know the Truth About You Babe
Dear Time: Your linear passage is ruthless. We notice this early, but don’t grasp it til it’s too late. Your strict adherence to forward motion …
The Unlikely Path to Inner Peace
I just finished reading The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, a story of a man who sets out on a journey, both metaphorical and literal, …
View from above
No matter how blurred or undefined my picture of God is, no matter how my connection to religion swells or retreats; the one God-related belief …
Note to Self
So much of my life lives on paper. In letters, in cards, on glossy, on matte. Inside once locked hardcover journals, there are words scratched …
Synchronistically delicious
I am often troubled when I hear people use the word “serendipity” when I think they mean “synchronicity.” But I never really investigated the difference …
Finish this haiku … if you can
I was attempting a haiku this morning when I realized there is no good antonym for alone. Walking alone is often the first step towards …