Respite a shallow inlet gives temporary moment from a swooning ocean encompassing an alien ground pocked by scarry lines picked at, wasted, grasses whispering the names, my head and eyes burn in the dry fire, caught in the edges, pressed against the curves, I lie low, inhale the layer of cool above the undertow, its space separating light from dark holding me in between, the outside looking in
Jenny is a published writer of poetry and prose at present working on short fiction and prose poetry. Graduating from the Royal central School in London some years ago, she followed a career in the performing arts and has walked in many worlds. The juxtaposition of life in all its cadences continues to inspire her, especially so at this stranger than strange time.
Grand Little Things 