Jen Reading TONIGHT! (8/24) |
Hi all,I'm doing a reading TONIGHT (Friday,the 24th). Details below if you're interested:Birmingham Bridge Tavern2901 Sarah Street(Southside)@ 8 pmFREE admissionAlso reading: the blond bombshell Corey... Posted by Sparkle on Fri, 24 Aug 2007 07:00:00 PST |
F*ing Gourmet... |
I could cry right now. Seriously.So. I decide on Panera for lunch today. I'm a big fan of their sandwiches and all the cool specialty things they've got on their menu even though I've never tried the ... Posted by Sparkle on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 03:15:00 PST |
Oh happy day... |
... I finally, finally, FINALLY finished this damn slideshow from my Costa Rica trip.Check it:http://www.jenmcclung.com/costarica.htm Posted by Sparkle on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 01:45:00 PST |
Signs... |
"Words are tears that have been written. Tears are words that need pouring out. Without them no joy can shine, no sadness can come to an end." ~Adam Fethi~This comes from a monthly newsletter that Pau... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 10:12:00 PST |
Rainfall |
Rainfall
In spite of the
river next to us,
which sometimes
has water
and sometimes does not,
I lay around all day
in the summer heat
and weep about you.
Maybe I've been
taking myself
t... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 20 Jun 2007 06:50:00 PST |
My new hero... |
My new hero, Erik Mongrain...
... Posted by Sparkle on Tue, 05 Jun 2007 08:29:00 PST |
Return |
Return
In the dark, by the stars
I navigate my way back to you.
I have seen a hundred oceans,
all blue and full of things
I had no names for.
You have been calling me,
sad like a... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 30 May 2007 01:48:00 PST |
Second Burial |
Second Burial
Under the mangrove tree,
I find a place and bury you.
In a dream,
I see roots wrapping
around you, which is us,
which is me, which is you.
And when the juice of the... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 30 May 2007 01:47:00 PST |
Cafe Con Leche |
Cafe Con Leche
DavĂd pours me coffee.
It is Saturday and the rains
have not come for three days.
The heat taste like nectar,
like Ylang Ylang,
tastes yellow,
tastes like petals.
He pours... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 30 May 2007 01:46:00 PST |
San Jose |
San Jose
The sound of this city
is heavy, metallic in my pocket,
a handful of coins
from a third world nation
hungry for nothing, for everything,
and never on time.
It is the constant rhythm
... Posted by Sparkle on Wed, 30 May 2007 01:44:00 PST |