Jen's Musings

The Box I have been like a plain brown paper box Standard size and shape With large red letters To spell the word “Fragile” And “This side up” Written across. They put me there but I allowed it. I thought, but kept quiet Content in my halted breath, A still life. I just was. Then, without knowing,... Sign in to see full entry.

Storm’s Eye The sky has no color. Limbs and leaves dance To silent reggae, The earth readying For scars. I wait at home for him, Left behind Like the bottled water, still Standing on our kitchen table; Just in case. No calm, Only the pretense of trust Lurking around every Paned window; Ready to... Sign in to see full entry.

Part Two: 13 Years of Dawning By Jennifer Bothast Puppy walking you with her leash Cats figure eighting in front of my feet All of them straining with need. On the weekday mornings it is still dark And the other worker ants are probably still asleep. You said, “You having coffee?” I sit curled in... Sign in to see full entry.

Into The Morning By Jennifer Bothast The sun rose along the water’s edge Beckoning the mist from the pond like angels Ascending into heaven while The sharp air stood heavily and Stretching and yawning against each blade of grass Onto the backs of the worker ants who march on soldier’s unaware. You... Sign in to see full entry.