Tell Me Something I can hold

By jennifer | October 18, 2021 |

When I married I became a more acceptable thing in the eyes of the religion I ran from. Having a good man take me as his wife was a hall pass in this constricting world, a ticket upgrade that gave me access to better hiding places from the shame I felt dogged by in my…

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Of hiding and hunger and a low sound humming …

By jennifer | March 16, 2017 |

I was born into the anxious airbrush of a disapproving religion and I was born into love and welcome arms and really glad you’re here. Always the two danced together,  as they often do in an uncertain world where life is fragile and being is messy and only rules seem safe when nothing else does.…

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Savoring shells and squirming in skin…..

By jennifer | August 7, 2016 |

Spring 1979. A cold Topsail wind whips my tears along the sand in the early morning dark, where I’ve been driven by a dream that had me jumping from my sleep to lift a crying baby I couldn’t find. She’s several weeks gone and my heart feels sprained by sudden stabs of fear that she’s lost in the crowd of this big wide world and I think…

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Rising a ruckus of joy…..

By jennifer | April 5, 2015 |

Happy freshborn hope, fierce bounty of more-than-enoughness breaking through debt so dark and deep and despairing that the hollow cave seems to bellow out a fountain of light all shimmering like jellybeans and jazz; happy glass-ceiling-smashing, big-fat-lie-dashing, turning bitter waters sweet again as burden-flinging,  freebird-singing Love draws near to heal and nuzzle, freeing mind,  untangling puzzle, the…

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