Fireside, under a starry night
Superior waves pounding
I waive my resistance on the shore
staying on in silence, offering patience
Listening to the natural sound of truth
your no flows over my beachhead
washing cool obsessions
I’m calm. I’m Jenny. I’m nice. The best way to make a friend is to be one. I like that saying. When you like me, I like you more. When you figure that out, you’ll like me more or less. I write poems and true short stories. You’ll find them here. Welcome Lovers and Wreckers. xo
Jenny
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December
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- Sensible Shoes
- Swill
- Dressed
- Lick
- Wind
- Sleep
- ulterior motive
- Two Poems
- Engaging
- orange fruit
- By Then
- Push
- Biker Bar
- Make Me
- Over Beer
- Short Robber Story
- Hand Held
- Cake
- The View
- Night Moon
- Light
- Wonder
- Hedonist
- Lisa
- Bear
- Dear Jenny a short story
- Questions
- He Is
- Silence
- Beach Head
- Gravity
- no horseplay
- lies still
- the season
- Blue Eyes
- Poetic Nightmare
- The Person You Are
- Tumbling
- Amuse
- Status
- Fleece and Velour - a short story
- Words
- A Ghost Story a short, Jenny story
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