jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

laisser tranquille.

laisser tranquille.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i can hold you in the silent hours when all is still and the nighttime lingers when only the shushing sound of water caressing the boat hull is hea..
oregon origin stories.

oregon origin stories.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


fingertips grazing across a tabletop covered by the cooling cups of coffee we never got to share tracing the memories of conversations held i..
childish things.

childish things.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


small hands held deepocean secrets and the monsters stayed safe in the closet where i put them
abramovic.

abramovic.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i speak to your silences as to a quiet companion in an old fashioned train car nervous smiles shot across a knee’s length canyon of charged..
august bleeding into december.

august bleeding into december.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i could tastethe hello of goodbyethe first time my lips touched yours -they tasted of summer’s berriesjust gone overfrom too much timeleft forgo..
corrosive.

corrosive.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i pour the silencesinto a paper cupand watch the ambernothingnessdissolve the wax protectingfirst the paperand then my fingerscradling it
jekyll/hyde/gaslight.

jekyll/hyde/gaslight.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


words failand life crumbleswhen everything ithought i was is shown to mein your mirror:iam the beastand i am the horrorwho is always the onewho causes..
the thing is, i don’t know another way to be.

the thing is, i don’t know another way to be.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i am forever the one who waitsthe girl who lovesthe heart that beats, redly open,who watches you fade backwardsinto a Clint Eastwood skylineand i thin..
tenement roses.

tenement roses.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


loving you means withstanding the little knives you use to cut away, in sand-grain increments, sliver after tiny sliver of the innermost self..
thirst.

thirst.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i am one who needs to feel the palm of love ghosting over eager flesh; it has been far too long and this arid drought has drained my parched l..

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