jenn : Writing

WIld Field

WIld Field

A Poem by jenn


Baby buddhas bounce near dandelions I hear them whisper (I’ve noticed a propensity for giggling) they often talk of tigers or cupcakes o..
Tug of War

Tug of War

A Poem by jenn


The moment I got lost in you was innocuous. It was not your lips exploring my teeth in a parking lot, or the first night I slept in nothing but yo..