Jen J.C.
@jennnne.bsky.social
She/her 🦋 Poetry, love, humor, memes, tea, occasional adult themes 🦋 Human (Rights! ✊️) 🦋 Religionless 🦋 Progressive 🦋 Anti-capitalist 🦋 cPTSD 🦋 🔞 🩷💜💙 DMs are not 4 solicitation or 1st contact
in your kiss I taste the orange blossom that lent its pigments to sunlight before it reached me #PoetrySky #Tanka #Poem #AbstractArt #AcrylicOnCanvas #Poetry #ECK my 🎨
perhaps it's just another dead god falling into a dumpyard tunnel of light that what you think is holy rays piercing the clouds
Yesterday, we bade farewell to our Newfoundland matriarch. Freya added so much to our lives for nearly 11yrs. That's a Newfie lifetime. She was an anchor family member, & with her mate Odin, who left us earlier this year, gave us a litter of 12 healthy pups. Two pups remain with us to ease the ache.
No words No space or time No dreaming up A few lines No energy No rest for my mind J. C. 10.05.26 #poetry
We struggle. No need to deny it or downplay it. But that's not the only thing that's happening here if we're working our trauma recovery. If we're working our recovery, our pain isn't pointless. We're not just struggling, we're transitioning. Changing. Realistically bodybuilding.
Journal 📝 Journal 📝 Big shift #ARW-RAW A new perspective reminds me of years ago, when my theme for New Year was #reciprocity -I was overdue in receiving. I find myself back there. So, pulling back on everything and not seeking anything. Only Pouring into what Pours back. All Energy on #pivot •
the score of class war poetry video: september 30th, 2026 © #Poetry #Surrealism #AntiCapitalism
rise and cry who's this it's your wakeup call mistress the one you ordered did i get on that elliptical bitch or i'll whip ya ass you're hired, i mean, fired, *clack*
One day I became repulsed by the smell of bourbon on your breath and in your sweat, got over the macabre masquerade of our marriage and you, you were the epitome of insecurity’s horror and I, I was your scream queen final girl #emoetry #weirdmicro #foxprose #poetry
😞 Sad news. I came home from work to find that our little critter had died. I suppose I'm glad that she didn't die in a cold, wet parking lot. This evening, the mood is a somber one. My daughter's sentiment: "We gave her a couple good days." She certainly brought a couple of joyful days to us.
Baby's appetite has improved, so she must be properly warmed inside. She eats, I help her go potty and clean up her sticky milk face, etc. Then she climbs back under her wool glove and sleeps for a couple hours, and repeat. Rat pups are squirmy eaters! Yes, I call her kitten because... me. 🙃
The past couple of months have been AAaaAAAAaAAaaAAAAH! Yesterday, I received a tiny little package of oxytocin. It was left in a wet parking lot, right in front of my front tire, poor thing. It survived the day in a glove, in my cup holder, so I bought it some sustenance and brought it home.
Fourteen hundred different feelings moving through me, Down from the depths, up through my spine— all manner of grief, and guilt, and resentment for the force of this existence, and it burns and churns away in my heart. My mind clears, becomes elated in the blurring between the worlds. #Poetry
"shit is about to go down" – my guess is aristoteles (though newton eventually became the master of the art)
in liminal time writing words on the wall of a cloud #haiku #senryusunday
isn't it erotic don't you think it's like rain on your weddingday
stories and histories lies and legends for long hand in hand hearsay paper powder bleeding black would you rather not study raw data learn from quality reports delve into documentaries analyse a person's manners scan through deceitful layers than stare at those pounding preachy pages
I’m very happy to share my first poetry collection: A Path of the Heart, Volume I is now published. 📖✨ I’ve also created a website bringing together my poetry, art and music: 🌐 ravenbranhard.com Thank you to everyone who has encouraged and supported me along the way. 😊🙏🫶 #PoetryCollection
