I’m pleased to announce that the 3rd session of In the Words of Womyn workshop will be starting Friday, September 17, 2010 at 6:00pm @ Tia Chucha’s Centro Cultural in Sylmar, CA.  For full details on the workshop and location, please check out the Workshop page. Can’t wait to see you there! Write on, Womyn! [...]

~Jennifer A. I see a teenage boy sitting across from me mind and soul trapped in a broken body; multiple strokes have left him a prisoner using art and technology we communicate silently sometimes I wonder if I had never asked this question, would he have ever shared his thoughts would there be someone to [...]

~Jennifer A. I want that roller-coaster-on-the-down-slope, caught-in-a-sudden-down-pour-on-a-summer-day, look-up-in-the-sky-just-in-time-to-catch-a-shooting-star, bought-a-ticket-on-a-whim-and-won-the-whole-jackpot, kind of love. I want that sun-coming-out-just-in-time-to-paint-brilliant-sunset, first-dripping-bite-into-ripest-nectarine, intoxicating-inhale-of-fragrant-spring-rose, cool-breath-of-night-air-washing-over-sleeping-face, kind of story. I want that magical-enchanted-firefly-evening, rhythms-bumpin’-so-loud-it-competes-with-my-heart-to-make-pulse, first-warm-ray-of-sun-after-winter’s-chill, wave-crashing-on-your-back-unaware, kind of kiss. I want that playful-wind-dancing-’round-my-face, thunder-rattling-my-bones, full-moon-illuminating-snowscape-sparkling-like-diamonds, long-drink-of-cool-water-on-a-scorching-day, kind of man. Yeah, I said it I want it all– somehow between a little girl’s [...]

~Jennifer A. I am the mother of my poetry for each new poem is a labor of love each one is conceived and woven together in the womb of my soul each one flutters and kicks inside me dancing into being and when each one is pushed forth into life there is pain there is [...]

~Jennifer A. what if I said it out loud what if I put it on my status what if I spoke it into a mic what if I said how much I hurt what if I said how tired I am what if I said how little hope I have what if I said how [...]

~jennifer a. if the womb of this belly never bears fruit am I still a woman? what about all the poetry that has been conceived in the womb of my soul? if these loins never labor forth a child am I still a woman? what about all the dreams that have labored out of the loins [...]

~jennifer a. i catch a glimpse of you in that look he gave me i search his eyes longing to find you there i can almost sense your touch in that deep embrace i want to get lost in his arms; let myself melt into him i can almost feel your heart beating through his [...]

~jennifer a. In every community there spans a chasm wide between the haves, and the have nots: those who have Hope.  and those who have not while some would argue that we are defined by those who have money and those who have not I tell you this: I have been stripped of all I [...]

–jennifer a. To we who are searching… for our words for our song for our poetry for our selves There are seasons of passing through deserts dry of crawling– parched and peaked– through wastelands barren And I have realized something: that while in this place of desolation no oasis did I find or rather for [...]

–jennifer a. I parked behind a flashy car out of which a woman stepped I noticed her license plate around which these words proclaimed: I’M BAD…because the men like it and I thought about all the decades and all the centuries throughout all of history during which womyn have been taught to bend and to [...]