I’m awake
for five hours before I feel
the grinding of clouds
into my bones
Author Archives: Jennifer Patino
I’m a Tenant in My Own Body & the Space Keeps Changing
I fought for doctors to listen to me.
To believe me.
Meta-lomania Myopia, Desolate Dystopia
my home has walls
made of sliced bread
& they’re soft &
distant enough…
Two Poems in “Free Verse Revolution Issue IV”
“The King Needed No Crown” &
“One Circle of Hell Was Hydrotherapeutic”
We Already Broke Through That Ice
You would never feed a fire.
You believe it’s better
to watch a slow burn.
Shipwrecked
we become
our shipwrecked selves
“Storytelling Season” published @ Whispers and Echoes
100-word story
Pauline
no wild stallion could compare
to that grey-eyed girl…
Seventh Generation Wake-Up Call
this distortion
was learned,
ingrained
The Jam Files #8 : A Little Life Update
When too many bad days in a row occur, I start to wonder if this is just how it’s going to be from now on.
Thistle Thoughts 