they’re only going
to keep turning it up
Author Archives: Jennifer Neal
New Published Works Page
Blog Update!
The End of 2020 + Announcement
It’s the last day of 2020.
You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.
Winter Girl
They say the sky
is thinner from that high
Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…
Olivia
At first sight,
a pale baby bird
She’s Cosmic, Consistent
I think of loneliness
& laser beam precision
Poem — “Open”
Remember winter, Madonna’s
Immaculate Collection album,
Megaman III, a false sense of
innocent security
Valued: A Poem
in their eyes we are worth
what we can do for them
Thistle Thoughts 