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Jenna's Work:

Jenna's Profound Work

Jenna's Novel

 

Jenna's Query Letter

Jenna's rejection letters written by HW readers:

Letter from Southern Edge Publishing

Diamond Back Publishing.

Axminster Publications

Pandora's Box Press

I.M.Anonimus

Y.O.U. Press

Jenna's decides to go with Pandora's Box Press

Response from Pandora's Box Press

I Am The Mirror Lied

I brushed my hair feeling the bristles scrape my scalp like thousands of tiny warriors, swords alert. My hair was dry. A lock held in my hand resembled fiberglass angels hair. Illusory, shimmering, dead.

I raised my hand to my face and watched the blood tiptoe back to my heart. The veins abandoned bulged with resentment. Their festive colours belying their morbidity.

My eyes, hollow tunnels leading to an unfinished roadway, deceptively present.

I am, the mirror lied.

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To Simon

My love is gone, gone gone

He ordered won ton ton

Chop, chop, chop it's done.

White linen, beige food

the mark of indecision spills onto the menu

I stand marooned in column A while there he is in column "B"

All you can eat, yet I go hungry as I scream cheese and he sucks noodles.

The clock that commands I drink Pepsi counts down the last minutes of our love while the waiter checks his pockets.

The exit leads to nowhere and the floor is beneath me.

At one point I envied the ducks hanging upside down in the window

At least they knew where they stood.

I am a moo goo gai pan-handler of love

Forgive me MSG-sus I know not what I've done.

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Escape is Near

Silent footsteps echo in my only mind, reminding me of another place another time.

The boards long trodden accept the weight of memory. Yesterday today tomorrow-not yet.

Instant flicker: present becomes past, the boards groan.

Halfway in between nowhere, I reach for the stars but my hands are slapped by tradition.

Feebly I search for the exit but the chuckling maws their grasping paws tap, tap.

The air is hollow my lungs exploding with an uncried cry of freedom.

Escape is near.

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Sing To My Soul

The birds flying aimlessly, unguided their cries of joy unheeded by man. I stand and watch untethered unalone. The waves lap against the sand as a soda can swims desperately to shore a symbol of man's triumph over nature.

The lovers embrace unaware, I turn my eyes to the sun and beg reach as the wind sings to my soul.

 

 

 
 

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