Jenny Penland 2 min Heart Shaped Rain Clouds ‣ how far we go to forget. I’ve never much identified with sad. I’ve been hurt and torn and scared. Flippant, anxious, wary. I’ve known the sting of betrayal’s infe...
Jenny Penland 1 min Warning Label ‣ The itch you can't scratch out. Remind yourself at the end, before I crawl my way in, under your skin.
Jenny Penland 5 min VIII ‣ The girl who lived. This time, eight years ago, I laid beside you, contemplating life. Specifically, my life. And what was left of it. I was so young. Too yo...
Jenny Penland 3 min VII ‣ Never Grow Up. I've read that seven is an age of exploration, self-critique and combative complaining. I'm here to report that in the case of one Kenned...
Jenny Penland 2 min Growing Pains ‣ She's my litmus for all others. I close my eyes and try to memorize the patterned sound of squeak-creak-squeak-creak, as our chair rocks back and forth atop the uneven wood
Jenny Penland 2 min A Flame By Any Other Name ‣ The day she learned the difference. You know when the train’s comin' - How fast it’s goin’ - And that you’re standin’ - Where it’s headed.
Jenny Penland 1 min Almost ≠ Enough ‣ Paper Cuts. There’s this part of me that hungers for the bloodlet. It’s like breaking a bone to set a sprain or lighting a controlled burn to put out...
Jenny Penland 7 min X ‣ Fail big. Some nine months and ten years ago: forty-six chromosomes, two blue lines, and the unwavering perseverance of a girl too young to know be...
