creative writing – Jennifer Summer

self-portrait This journey (and, lord, how I have grown weary of that phrase and its haphazardous use), has been teaching me a […]

wedding bells and memories

I was so delighted to be Maid of Honor in my best friend’s wedding this past Sunday. It was such a beautifully […]

I imagine this might be what it looks like when we die, and how it might feel; like being pelted with prisms […]

And then she can breathe again, the fresh air of him plumping out her lungs, pillowing into her chest. This is the […]

earth day — Nana used to say that she believed trees were people reincarnated, and you could tell what kind of person […]

This is a piece I wrote a year ago, but I have re-worked it here. — The body remembers. It remembers every […]

gardening — Life tells us to bloom where we are planted; essentially, to accept our fate and make the best of it, […]

under seas — When I was a child, escape was crucial to survival. I would close the door to my bedroom and […]

closed windows — It can be a heady thing, thinking of all the other potential lives that lie just outside your own. […]