Jen Persici

there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. #poetry

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I laugh like I'm laid back— but I can lean forward real quick— quick to say "what did you say— say that again for me— what did you mean by it"

I found a tiny emerald insect that looks like a leaflet. It survives on sunlight and blackberry brambles and little dew drops. Maybe this will be me in my next life, if i repent enough. Maybe i don't need love, thorn is enough.

there's only hunger—

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My poetry book Flock of Starlings is now available on Amazon 🖤

Flock of Starlings a.co/d/iic0RoI

Fun fact: after a prison break led by crows that were trained by inmates to bring them knives, crows became illegal in the US to keep as pets

A page from Flock of Starlings by Jen Persici . Two poems with beautiful illustrations. Wilt is reading in the tub .

@jenpersici.bsky.social wrote a book, you should buy it

Squeezed myself so tight
I fit inside my own pocket

Grow poppy petal wings and fly away with the fairies. Come back with their secrets to share and stare at your dialating pupils

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I use emily stoddard's poetry bulletin and she sends weekly updates every Thursday on open submissions

Timelessly beautiful

Flowing linen and silks and grass skinned knees and spinning in the light coming through the window, you crack it open because, "good music needs air" and i stare openly as the golden sun hits your hair. you feel like a cup of tea with a smooch of whiskey and running through a field of red peonies.

If I could I’d dress myself in clouds
I think I look softest in white
In the golden light I glow,
you’d never believe my soul is night
Parts of myself I hide
They don’t look so beautiful in the light

Thank you 🙏🏾

Hi thank you for the warm welcome, i still don't quite understand this app but everyone seems very kind!

aura so strong that you could keep me in a padlocked room and what is meant for me will still find me

hello, i am jen persici 🖤 an Indigenous farmer who grows flowers from seed and incorporates the blooms in my art + writing.

retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾

Mah'si choo (thank you)

a poem from my book, hoping for a January 2025 release 🙏🏾

May i be considered for being added to this pack? New to the app and confused how it all works

hold me like something holy

if you're not obsessed with me then what are we doing here?

I am not sure how this app works yet but i would love to be considered 🥺

trying to find a way to say i want you to crawl into my chest and live there

Three word poem:

he's not you

Botticelli would have wept

Omg i am just seeing this 🥺🥺🥺

"theres a sigh for restless
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"

three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."

does she keep my name between tongue and teeth or is it something heavy she carries tucked under big white wings. it feels like summer heat should be wrapped around me but it's shades of gray, the feathers are sodden— wet. this is where black and white intersect.

There's "i'd give you up to save the world" hero energy and then there is the superior "i would burn the entire world to ash just to keep you warm" morally gray energy