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Creativity

Wonder Women

Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007

For a friend (or two)(or three)

Even strong women break /
fall apart in parking lots
our lives upside down / wheels spinning
Curse our way through or sleep it out / drink it out, consume it
Find the weight so unbearable /
our hearts just stop
Sure, we can be both / strong and broken
capable and crying / put together
and a total fucking mess

all

at

the

same

time

Never underestimate
the power in that /
the force it takes
to hold ourselves up
while balancing the
world



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Nevertheless, She Persisted

From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.


IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

The Sculptor Who used to be A Surgeon

Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.

(or The Time a New Client Came to My Office with Porn Streaming on His Laptop)

He thinks he is a god
perhaps because heโ€™s
seen through flesh and bone,
formed breasts
from mounds of earth,
created his own father, he says โ€”
a graven image in profile.

He pours nectar in a cup,
licks ambrosia from wizened lips,
insisting the indulgences
please his wife,
then asks if I am single,
looking for collusion.

Finding no inroad,
he puts his foot down
with bombastic flare,
digs a heel into the ground
and cocks a smirk,
โ€œI know the cut of your jib,โ€
he says with bluster.

But I am moored firmly โ€”
unmoved by gods
and their theatrics,
preferring mere mortals,
their rough-hewn souls,
and flawed finishes.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Pussy What?

I confess, I was a bit offended when one of the characters on my favorite television show walked on scene wearing a pussy bow blouse recently.

The show – Greyโ€™s Anatomy – has long been known for putting women front and center. Strong female characters on screen, important topics like abortion rights and domestic violence, and women in roles from producers and directors, to writers and camera operators.

So the pussy bow surprised me. Iโ€™ve always thought of the fashion as something women had to wear in the 70s and 80s; a requisite corporate uniform to simulate the male necktie. Right?

Wrong.

Not a euphemism – originally anyhow – the pussy bow โ€œtied high under your chinโ€ was named after a ribbon one might tie around a kittenโ€™s neck. It first appeared as a design in the early 20th century, and was considered highly feminine. It was a favorite of movie stars in the 1940s and 50s, and later picked up by designers like Coco Chanel and Yves Saint Laurent. But, โ€œover the years the pussy-bow blouse has evolved into a symbol of power for women in popular culture,โ€ writes Bethany Armitage from CraftWorld.

โ€œIn the 1960s and 70s, as new opportunities began to grow and develop for working women, so did the popularity of the blouse. Trailblazing women who led the way to the top of their corporate careers had no established examples of how to dress and so looked to their male counterparts for cues. The blouse emulated an alternative to the traditional suit and tie, combining masculine work wear with a frill of femininity which made it an ideal choice for women who were looking to stand out and make an impact in a male-dominated environment.โ€

Fast forward a few decades, and apparently, the pussy bow blouse is making a big comeback. Again. Itโ€™s considered retro and vintage. A fashion statement. Itโ€™s a sign of female power, as well as a humble nod to the women who boldly stepped into the workforce and never, ever, looked back.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Little Girl Dreaming

The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.

We sit, five of us, naked
around the meeting table
in the office of men
who arrive, late, in suits and ties,
and we laugh at how silly it is โ€”
smart women, business women,
and these men โ€” these men โ€”
insisting their way
as we play along, again
then he calls me girl
โ€” a little girl โ€”
and we laugh.

Later, in the lobby,
as I hold up a bedsheet
to my hide my self,
I see across the room
the lover who loved
with shouts and shoves;
he smiles and we embrace
like old friends,
then he shape-shifts
bear, fox, jackal, demon
holds a fist up to my face
and laughs โ€” he laughs โ€”

And I wake up, naked
deciphering dreams,
their train window filmstrip
passing, passing
passing ever so briefly
resurfacing to remind
and retell stories
almost forgot โ€” but not โ€” ever.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

Categories
Creativity

There Were Other Words for This, Not Love

Mess of Fish, Paul Klee

I rarely thought of that night in the gatehouse that overlooked the Sound, salt air moist on lips, and wine.

You wore a white sweater, the kind mariners wear while they tear hooks from small fish and throw them overboard.

There was a fire in the fireplace, and you sat on the floor next to me with your arm around my shoulders, laughing.

I can still see your face, that smirk of a smile that made my heart swim; feel the spot in my chest where love and anxiety mixed often with you.

There was a white robe in your bathroom, a second toothbrush in a cup โ€” the things a woman leaves behind when she is certain she will not be discarded.

They were not mine.

My things were in a pile on the floor next to your bed where you left me in the dark, gutted and alone โ€” the sound of a door somewhere shutting.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Commonplace

โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.

the one who watched her walk to sixth grade from his front door, bathrobe open, exposed

the one who slipped a tongue when no one was watching, just a goodnight kiss to a friendโ€™s teen daughter

the one who assumed flirt meant fuck, crushed her hard against a suddenly reclined seat

the one who grabbed her like a Happy Meal expectation after their drive-thru supper

the one who insisted on air conditioning in winter, who โ€จjoked about cold nipples while pouring hot coffee in the breakroom

the one who called her โ€œgirlโ€ in a room full of men, then ignored her while she led the meeting

the one who slammed her into a corner, left bruises as a reminder that dishes were to be done beforeโ€จhe got home

the one who dined her, wined her, loved her, then left her alone, in โ€จthe darkโ€ฆand never came back



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Implications

Illustrated journal entry, Jen Payne


IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Itโ€™s All Greek to Them

Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens

My mother โ€”
not content
with โ€œgrandcatsโ€
tries to set me up.

A nice man, she says.
Goes to church.
Works at a bank.
Drives a nice car.

โ€œDoes he write?โ€
I ask.
โ€œPaint?โ€
โ€œDream?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know,
youโ€™ll like him,โ€
she insists.
Hopes.

โ€œI have enough,โ€
I tell her.
โ€œMy work, writing,
the house, friends.โ€

โ€œThink about it,โ€
she says.
โ€œI have,โ€
I respond.

She asks again,
a week later.
Three weeks later.
โ€œNo, Mom.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t understand,โ€
she says me.
โ€œYou donโ€™t understand,โ€
I reply.

โ€œYou meet, no?โ€
says her boyfriend,
the older Greek man
from upstairs.

โ€œYou talk.
You like.
You get married.
No?โ€

โ€œNO!โ€
I think to scream โ€”
but am polite
to my elders.

โ€œHoney,โ€ he says,
โ€œYou are alone.
You get married,
you are happy.โ€

โ€œI am happy,โ€
I insist,
no doubt in
Swahili.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological
  • Museum, Athens โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Woman and Bear (in the Museum)

Grizzly Bear Bench, Judy Kensley McKiem, 2002; Portrait of Madame T, Edmund C. Tarbel, 1888

While I thoroughly enjoyed a recent visit to the New Britain Museum of American Art, it was hard to step around the Americanisms.

The museum is celebrating Americaโ€™s 250th anniversary with themed exhibits that offer an โ€œopportunity to pause and reflect on our nationโ€™s past, honor the contributions of all American artists, and look ahead toward the future of our nation.โ€

The future. Perhaps that is why I found myself equally inspired and weepy.

I was incredibly inspired, for example, by the fabulous exhibit โ€œArchitects of Beingโ€ which showcased a collection of sculpture, painting, collage, fashion and jewelry by mid-century artists Louise Nevelson and Esphyr Slobodkina. The curation and presentation of their work was delicious โ€” I am still savoring the flirty pop of orange that was teased throughout the gallery. And John Hitchcockโ€™s โ€œWe are Defined by the Beat!โ€ was an experience of color and sound and memory.

Truth be told, I am always energized by the wild, out-of-the-box minds of contemporary artists in an I-Wanna-Be-An-Artist-Too kind of way.

But the Faith Ringgold exhibit โ€œDeclaration of Freedom and Independenceโ€ juxtaposed to the Colonial portrait gallery featuring lots of old white guys was unsettling. The iconic George Washington portrait gave a constant side-eye to Ringgoldโ€™s print series that โ€œconsiders the contradictions between Americaโ€™s promises, exclusions, and ongoing efforts to achieve justice and equality for all.โ€

And Women?, Faith Ringgold
And Women?, Faith Ringgold

The coincidence of Portrait of Madame T in the gallery with the Grizzly Bear Bench seemed ironic, given the headlines of the day. Headlines which made Oscar Bergerโ€™s โ€œPresidential Portraitsโ€ exhibit a non-starter for at least two museum patrons.

Hitchcockโ€™s โ€œHorse Songsโ€ series called to mind the cruelty of the current presidentโ€™s administration โ€” from its desecration of public lands to the headlines about horse meat and horse slaughters, not to mention the hypocrisy of ostracizing immigrants while weโ€™re all walking on Native American land.

Song for Lone Wolf, John Hitchcock, 2023
Kiowa Chief Set’tainte (White Bear), John Hitchcock, 2024

But it was the wall of Guerrilla Girls statistics from the 70s and 80s that brought me to literal tears. I remember Guerrilla Girls from my early zine-making days, when I was a twenty-something young woman making her way in a world that felt deceptively equal and evolved. A world that looks shockingly different here, now, where everything is splayed inside out, statistics for even more wrong reasons.

Guerrilla Girls
Guerrilla Girls

Itโ€™s not that any of this is new, really. These inequalities and injustices. They have been part of our history, here in America, since our founding days 250 years ago. Itโ€™s even written in to our beloved Constitution, and implied, perhaps in this shocking piece called West Rock with Branches by Valerie Hegarty which makes one ask: what are we? where do we come from? and what are we becoming?

West Rock with Branches, Valerie Hegarty, 2012

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Creativity

Be Nice



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

Everything Nice



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

You Mean a Womanโ€ฆ

1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement

You mean a woman can open it ? Easily โ€” without a knife blade, a bottle opener, or even a husband! All it takes is a dainty grasp, an easy, two-finger twist-and the catsup is ready to pour.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Creativity

It Bears Repeating

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14 from 2024.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website


Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.

โ€œYou bought yourself a job,โ€ the 60-something male financial advisor said of my successful, 30-year-old business.

I didnโ€™t think to explain the numerous companies Iโ€™d assisted over the years, the countless artists, editors, designers, and print shops Iโ€™d supported, or the millions of dollars Iโ€™d helped local nonprofits raise.
 
I didnโ€™t think to ask if he would say the same about my male accountant and attorney – both of whom are sole proprietors like myself. No doubt they own โ€œfirmsโ€ or โ€œpractices.โ€
 
I didnโ€™t think to say much, except curtly thank him for his time and leave.
 
For me, the financial planner was just one in a line of men for whom Iโ€™ve had NO COMMENT over the years – not the one who felt emasculated because I opened my own doors, the one who took credit for my success because he referred ONE client to me back in 1994, or the one who suggested my leadership abilities equated to a leather-and-whip fetish. I simply let my actions speak louder than any words I might conjure up in the moment of incredulity and outrage.
 
You see, my actions, always, have been based on the assumption that I can be whatever I want to be, and do whatever I want to do. Itโ€™s what my parents taught me. Itโ€™s what my role models in the 70s and 80s demonstrated for me – Mary Tyler Moore, Marlo Thomas, Judy Blume, Madeleine Blaise, Madonna, Jane Fonda. Itโ€™s what I aspired to, despite the cultural predictions for me in my birth-year horoscope.
 
And itโ€™s how Iโ€™ve lived my life since I was old enough to make my own decisions about things – how I work and play, where I live and love, what I do and how. My own terms. My own expectations.
 
Of course, that doesnโ€™t sit well with some folks. Mostly male folks of a certain genre. And there have always been attempts to keep me โ€œin my placeโ€ – verbally, physically, financially, and so forth. But like so many countless women, I have persevered and succeeded, despite the obstacles and objections.



IT BEARS REPEATING

The upcoming series of blog posts is in honor of ALL the women who can, who do, and who keep on doing – who persist – no matter what. They are part of โ€œYou Mean A Woman Can Open It,โ€ MANIFEST (zine) #14.

All text and poems ยฉ2026, Jen Payne
Bear artwork by Sohni Ali, website

IMAGE and TEXT CREDITS FOR THE SERIES:

  • You Mean A Woman Can Open It? 1953 Alcoa Aluminum advertisement.
  • Well, my boy, letโ€™s get started, from โ€œFor me, the perfect hostess is the lady with the whip,โ€ German Artistโ€™s Book, 1960s.
  • Best Loved Nursery Rhymes Picture Book, circa 1950s.
  • Photos of Ryan Zinke from โ€œInterior Secretary Orders Protester To โ€˜Be Niceโ€™ During Visit To Bears Ears,โ€ Huffington Post, May 2017.
  • Family group on a grave marker from Athens, National Archaeological Museum, Athens
  • โ€œAn American Girl in Italy,โ€ (Ninalee Craig) by Ruth Orkin, 1951.
  • Mess of Fish, Paul Klee
  • The coat-stand (Porte manteau), by Man Ray, 1920.
  • Calliope, Augustin Pajou, 1763.
  • Vogue sewing pattern, 1980s.
  • โ€œThe history of the pussy bow blouse,โ€ Bethany Armitage, CraftWorld, March 2019.
  • Atlas Was a Woman, by Cรฉline (Melle-T), Deviant Art, 2007.
  • From the collection of Richard Freiherr von Krafft-Ebing (1840-1902) a German-Austrian psychiatrist + early sexologist, 1886.
  • โ€œNevertheless, she persistedโ€ – an expression adopted by feminists, especially in the U.S. after the Senate voted to require Senator Elizabeth Warren to stop speaking during the confirmation of Jeff Sessions as U.S. Attorney General.

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Poetry

25th Annual Great Poetry Exchange

I am excited to be participating in the 25th Annual Poetry Super Highway Great Poetry Exchange!

Earlier this year, 95 poets were selected to randomly exchange their poetry books with other participants. As part of the exchange, I received a copy of Atmosphere by Michael Friedman โ€” a collection of poems that explores the elusiveness of death and loss to the living and the interplay of ritual, science, and spirituality.

And a copy of Sleeping with Ghosts was sent to Kendall A. Bell, whose book The Contortionist, was also included in the exchange. Her book, which was sent to one of the other 95 poets, includes 16 poems inspired by the album “Portals” by Melanie Martinez.

Huge shout-out to Rick Lupert at Poetry Super Highway for including me in this project! You can see more of his work on his website here.

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Creativity Poetry

A wisp of memory like a cloud

When the painter on stilts
calls to me from above
to talk about color and time,
I hear only the whisper
of a lover past,
blue eyes and soft curls
his warm brown skin
against mine
practicing words out loud
as we drank spiced rum
from paper cups,
pointed to constellations
laid out on the ceiling
tu nombre es mi cielo, mi amor
your name is my heaven, my love


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Visitation

He, a scarlet punctuation

of familiar exclamation,

needs no formal invitation

for our daily conversation,

though my bowed supplication

to his regal aviations

notes our shared infatuation

that needs no exact translation,

itโ€™s poetic observation

in his wingbeat dedications

and my heartbeat palpitations

for this sacred of relations;

some days: my lone salvation.


Photo and Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

The Evolution of Vice


I canโ€™t seem to get my coffee right
itโ€™s too strong or too weak
burnt because I forget
half-brewed because Iโ€™m impatient
and none of it tastes as good
as a hot cup on a cold morning
when I was young and hopeful โ€”
romantic even;
somehow everything now
in this wicked, hobbled world
is just not right,
and I wonder if whiskey
might better suit the mood,
neat with a long, hard drag
off a Marlboro
might at least allow an exhale
now and then.


Photo by Marek Piwnicki. Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Rusty Poet with a New Knee


wondering
if the surgeon
replaced
the poem lobe
with mechanical parts
as well
the kind that seize up in cold
work or donโ€™t work
at a whim
inflame from lack of use
or too much use
or just so much use that
whatever โ€” ow!
it seems the poemflow
is missing its synovial fluid
like my knee
that I must pump back and forth
swinging (without the whee!)
until it decides to perform;
perhaps I must swing my head
shake it no
nod it yes
agree to some higher power
to let the poem in
YES. NOW. PLEASE.
Itโ€™s been sitting there
for a week
waiting to move
waiting to become
waiting to transform
waiting
like me
waiting


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

In the Library of Dreams


For Gordy

In the Library of Dreams
a Poet stood
at the front of a room
lit only by amber candles
dressed in velvet robes
and a crown of laurel
befitting the most
seasoned bards,
a hint of a smile
lifted on his face
familiar
as he pulled from his pocket
a round red ruby
and a sparkling white crystal
explained to all of us
about life and death
the immortality of words
tells us we are given crystals
two apiece at birth
red like an apple
for life and living
white for the wisdom of sages
like himself
a wizard of words
enchanter of stories
sorcerer of time.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Pointlessness


The warmed blanket
offers as much comfort
as the ghost
who held me in dreams
said all the right things
too late to even consider
a new lease
fucking clichรฉ
at this age
find myself wishing
I were the type
to waste away in bed
where dreams
at least offer promise.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

December Waking

This morning I awoke
long before dawn
to silence

silence

no carโ€™s labored approach
no wind for trees
no waves or buoyed bells
no dull urban hum

it was a silence so soft
so weighted
as if the world had died

as if I had died

both within the bounds
of possible
on this burning year:
supermoon rising
a cometโ€™s approach
devils circling

so I stayed a while
let winter
have her way
with bones
and wrapped myself
in quiet nothing

nothing


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo of December sky from NASA, by Preston Dyches. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Weighing Magnitudes

The earthquake of a man
who altered
the course of my life
three seismic times
was nearly killed
several arrhythmic times
just last week

and I want to tell you
I felt the aftershocks

I want to tell you I knew

woke with a start

felt his fault line shift

I want to tell you
I felt something

so Iโ€™m standing here
bare feet on the ground
waiting to be moved.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

In Which the Poet Considers Her Way Forward

As one ghost lies dying
from heart ache,
another suffers tragic loss,
and a third fades quietly
into the ether,
she is reminded that
always,
in the epic final battle,
everything resurfaces:
there are fires burning,
smoldering moments of despair,
a defeated arch nemesis,
a warrior waning and

AND

a heroine โ€” walking wounded โ€”
considering the sunrise
its event horizon
the point of no return
from all of this
and all of them
these lost souls
her poetic impetus

what will become of her now?


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

She Was Broken

By the time I can walk
freely to the backyard again,
my summer friends have flown,
their brightness replaced
by soft subtle grays,
and I canโ€™t help but wonder
about the cardinal,
her wing askew,
who spent the season
managing her brokeness
as deftly as I navigated
my own;
she moved about
as best as she could,
stayed strong;
found her stride
and her song.
I miss her now,
these cold mornings
more quiet
without our shared infirmary,
and I imagine her
somewhere safe,
like myself,
moving without limit.


*As if on cue, I saw my cardinal friend in the backyard just this morning, the first time in a month!


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Fall Afternoon in the Yard with a New Knee

Do the birds know
I am not myself
moving gently towards them
seeds in one pocket
water in the other
barefoot in the cool, damp grass
tticking to call the cardinals
tticking to say I have not forgotten you
I have been here all along
just moving more slowly
finding my way to solid ground
done with the flitterings of grief
and old limitations โ€”
so what of loss?
these leaves had to fall
it is the natural order
churning and churning
everything changing
the leaves, the river,
and time tticking too


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Poet AWOL

The 8″ battle scar
explains the retreat
in glorious, punctuated detail
so no apologies
or all apologies
for having been
absent from duty
absent from craft
absent from self
our tactical strategy
required split-second timing
a vanguard deployment
of the strongest self
armed and ready
for the battle
of chemical warfare
and severed skin,
of breaking bones
and hammered metals;
while the correspondent self
held the flank,
taking cryptic notes
to send by wire later,
when the haze cleared.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Strange Thing, This Inspiration

a poem inspired by Stranger Things, post-op drugs, and him again

The meditation takes me
to the Upside Down โ€”
a crossover of dreams
and Spielberg memories,
where muses suddenly appear
with the Next Great Idea!
on a dark plane of black water,
the beaming light of
What Comes After This;
but he is there, too,
and I say the goodbye
I never get to say
except in dreams
and poems I want to fold up
and leave in secret places,
like the Upside Down,
where maybe he
travels sometimes,
this kindred spirit
who is so familiar
I am always certain
we have crossed paths
in some other lifeโ€ฆ
or is that just this
rich, deep darkness
of conjuring?
the magic of a poet
turning things over
to see what might be, maybe,
substance for another poem?


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Superwoman Post-Op, 3:30 a.m.


I am holding up the world, still

from a hospital bed

with tubes connected to a wall

I cannot move.

Even here,

the hard work of caretaking

caretakers and my self

all the while admiring

the strong muscles

I have sculpted to do this job,

wondering if I might find

a softer way.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Songbird Dreams

A bird in the privet
suddenly sings
and without evidence of prey
I can only surmise
that she is dreaming.
Itโ€™s a morning for dreaming,
crisp-cold and clear,
the moon and Jupiter still dance
while constellations shimmer
to the rhythm
and she is singing in her sleep,
a sweet but startled sound
as if she feels our spinning,
senses the sunโ€™s fast approach
wishes for one more hour
of peace before the day begins.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by Min An. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Read Me (Dream #100825)

Itโ€™s 9 oโ€™clock my time
barely three for you
but itโ€™s no matter
weโ€™re decades apart โ€”
not hours โ€”
only ghosts
here in the library
where I race to find
the book
I need you to read
before the alarm goes off
and I wake to the day
where itโ€™s just a fine gold thread
that connects us now.

I pass long tall stacks
of coffee table books and
the bust of Blackstone
in the halls of recorded memory โ€”
yours and mine โ€”
and you seem not to notice
the immediacy of the moment
when I approach with insistence,
your retired posture almost welcome
were it not for the clock ticking
next to me in the bed we used to share,

but by then the words have disappeared
from the pages in your lap
and in exchange, a collage of
nonsensical images
fall to the ground at your feet
rendering me speechless
in that dreamworld way,
paralyzed by all I have left to say,
gasping for moonlit breaths.


Poem and photo ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. The bust in the photo is actually James’ son Timothy but that’s too many syllables. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Placebo

In the dark
you whisper
your worst fears
made manifest
by explosive
lights and sounds
you conjure
in the woods
outside our room,
specters stretched
tall along walls
the shadow of what comes,
but I am not afraid
of your ghosts
nor you of mine โ€”
weโ€™ve never been โ€”
it is why we
find ourselves here
again
partners in crimes
of comfort
and concoctions;
I leave my dreams
to curl into yours,
stroke the broad arm
of your embrace,
lie in the darkness
of silent
understanding,
this midnight love
come round,
the long wide bed,
moonlight and stars
our afterlife dreams.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by Victoria Strelka. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Culture Shock with a Side of Swedish Meatballs, 9/12/25*

Resisting the urge
(for the seventh or eighth time in two days)
to hoist the parking lot flag
back up to full mast
in some alter-ego
Fuck Donald Trump
ninja subterfuge,
I remind myself to
breathe in the gorgeous
late summer afternoon
there in the shadow of Ikea
โ€”ย monument of consumerism โ€”
gorgeous,
except for the Spotted Lanternfly
that crosses my path
begging me to squash its
red polka-dotted guts out;
more death on these days
of infinite death
I cannot bear;
it might be feast for the songbird
trapped in the cafeteria
throwing itself
again and again and again
against
the ceiling-high windows,
their pretense of sky;
it does not stop seeking
what it remembers, the poor thing,
but is that Futility or Hope
I wonder
as I read signs about
food waste and recycling,
the 3,920 solar panels on the roof
above my head,
feast on Swedish meatballs
covered in slick red jam.


*Flags ordered half mast to โ€œhonorโ€ the death of white supremacist celebrity. Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Pandoraโ€™s Consort

You are legend
suddenly made flesh
but no comparison
to the mythology
I have constructed for you.
its scaffolding
felled akimbo
by your presence,
poetry strewn
in incomplete sentences
across the timeline;
mere mortals are not made for this;
we fail by our very nature,
destroy the sacred altars of memory,
light fires to its sweetness,
and burn down walls of forgetfulness;
best put you back in the box,
close the lid tightly
before even Hope escapes
the happy ending
I wrote on our behalf


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Image: Pandora, Frank Mason, 1955. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Dreamcatcher

Maybe it was the full moon
or just the occurrence
of these days of ending
things crashing around us
the long slow molting
I want you to know
I tell him
in case I dieโ€ฆ
but I am no longer sure
if that was real
or something I said to a ghost

They all come to visit lately
by happenstance
or dream
by the cosmic dust
that connects all of us
or through airwaves
as cluttered as our
atmosphere

Last night
I walked with one โ€”
a ghost โ€”
along a woods road
up into a wide field
of apple trees
and goldenrod
laughing
like old friends

And it was so good
to see him again
that I burrowed back
into sleep
in case he was still there
waiting

Sometimes
when they hover like this
converge in dream spaces
whisper in dark corners
I think
I must be dying
And this is our
mea culpa
our chance to set things right
finally or again

I have no regrets


Photo & Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Over-Edited

I never could
see it in myself,
that origami fold
of accommodation,
beautiful in its grace
and considerations,
but the creases
wear thin after a while;

I see it in her,
this kindred spirit
across from me;
offer silent permission
with a glance
and watch as she unfolds
just a little,
reconfigures her angles
to her own liking,
sets things right,
sets things free.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by Miguel ร. Padriรฑรกn. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

In This, The World

Two sparrows
on the center line
one insistent,
one in crisis.
I turn around
to offer assistance
knowing it is already too late.

This world is cruel and merciless.

One has left, one remains
staring at the sky;
I lift her with words
used for loved ones,
feel her spirit leave
as I lie her in the grass.

A million heartbreaks
in her final wingbeats,
a million tears
I donโ€™t dare shed.

This world is cruel and merciless.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by Adam Jackson. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Creativity Poetry

Dream, Driving, Rain #05-081725

I stayed too long in dreams
so much the day seems flat
and one dimension;
in my mind, the sander
still polishes the leg
of the man who said
โ€œthe body always feels painโ€
as sawdust coats my throat
too much for words;
a crystal-blue rain falls
with wicked gold lightening
against the wide horizon
somewhere along I-90 in South Dakota,
an angel floating in the back seat
laughs at what we forgot to say,
urges me to Drive! Drive! Drive!
as if I am escaping something;
all the while my mind ticks,
like a clock pacing time,
thinking how to slip you a note
handwritten that says 808.81
and nothing more,
youโ€™re the Sherlock Holmes,
you figure it out;
all these years,
the conversations in my head
and you, deaf and blind or
just resigned to dreams
like me, this morning,
wasting days away
before the knives cut out pieces of me
again, remember?
Like the last time you were here,
the both of us relieved to hear
โ€œshe made it.โ€


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo from Pexels. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Running into Ghosts

The friend who found me
after I lost you
died
and so I lost her, too

thereโ€™s a long list of others
lost for various reasons
since then

by default
by accident
by misfortune or miscalculation
or by the eventuality that all things change and nothing is certain

certainly not love
Iโ€™ve lost that, too,
too many times

so many times
Iโ€™ve stopped counting
one, two, threeโ€ฆ
out loud anyway

do you ever wonder why we find them again?
in hallways of dreams,
in lobbies of random buildings
doors opening and closing and time passing on all sides
everywhere
except where you stand
momentarily
lost and found and lost again


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by James Frid/pexels. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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The Least I Could Do

What you do for the least of theseโ€ฆ

God whispers from a corner

of the forest where I walk,

and there, beneath my feet

a convocation of earthworms

crossing the path,

etching their prayers in dirt

โ€ฆyou did for me

so I lift them gently

one at a time

one at a time

one at a time

to the safe green haven

trailside

thinkingโ€ฆ

how simple this task

how easy to take care

of those under foot

how bending down

to lift others up

is a sacred act,

a blessing

in this wicked, wicked world.


Earthworm tracks photo and poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Perennial

there will always be more to say
a one thing I didnโ€™t mention
a question I needed to ask
a reassurance or gratitude
or words I never, ever spoke out loud
a messy, beautiful bouquet
things Iโ€™ve gathered
for the next time we meet
by chance or happenstance
petals dropping
even as I walk away
a meadow of words at my feet
forget-me-not
nor I you, ever


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo by James Frid/pexels. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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Swashbuckler

His smile was Errol Flynn
from the get-go,
and he made no apologies
for the affect โ€”
the tight jeans
and cowboy boots,
the crisp white t-shirt
sleeves rolled, suntanned arms,
the hair done up and over,
the cologne as alluring
as the charm he used
to catch your attention.
And once he had it,
heโ€™d reel you in slow and steady,
until you would agree to anything
everything
and never look back,
not even now,
all these years later,
where he remains as legendary
as he was those first early days
when you rode the high seas together,
stared up at the wild stars
and knew you would
never
ever
forget.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. Photo: Errol Flynn, from the poetโ€™s collection of random postcards. If you like this poem, youโ€™ll love my new book SLEEPING WITH GHOSTS, on sale now!

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New Issue! MANIFEST (zine): Perception

Issue #17, Perception

WHAT ARE YOU SEEING? In todayโ€™s world, this question takes on a whole new meaning, doesnโ€™t it? What are we seeing? What is real and what is imagined? How is my subjective response relevant to the collective real and important conversations?

Itโ€™s critical, now more than ever, to validate what is real and to identify our selective responses. In this issue of Manifest (zine), youโ€™ll find several images of artwork, each followed by an ekphrastic poem that responds to the art.

The zine is arranged in such a way that you are asked to see the REAL artwork, and then turn the page to read a SUBJECTIVE response. In doing so, hopefully, youโ€™ll come to understand that for every YOU looking at the world one way, there is a ME seeing it completely differently.

Featuring writings by Jen Payne, and artwork reprinted with permission by Jennifer Flint, Lisa Wolkow, Susan Doolittle, Linda Edwards, LeBrie Rich, Collier and Kim Hahn, and Frank X. Tolbert 2; as well as older works by C. Allen Gilbert, Joseph Beuys, and W. E. Hill.

24-page, Full Color 4.75โ€ณ square booklet and a curated Spotify playlist. Cost: $8.00.

This issue has been printed and mailed thanks to the generous support of readers. I’m hoping to continue publishing MANIFEST (zine) through 2026, but could use your help. Please click here for more information.


You can pay through PayPal using a PayPal account or any standard credit card. If you prefer the old school approach, please send your check, made payable to Jen Payne, P.O. Box 453, Branford, CT 06405.


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Bethlehem, PA – Part II

โ€œOur shadows are our histories. We drag them everywhere.โ€ โ€” About Grace, Anthony Doerr

In 1991, as the glory days of the Bethlehem Steel Mill were ending, I walked the grounds on a hauntingly overcast day and captured these shots.

Photos ยฉ2025, Jen Payne

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Bethlehem, PA – Part I

Last week, in one of those wonderful moments of happenstance, I met a local woman who โ€” we discovered while discussing her photography work โ€” was raised in the same town as my mom and dad. We got to talking about what it was like growing up there, how you really are made up of where you come from, and how the language of the place filters into conversations like ours and defines things without elaboration.

I wasnโ€™t born in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania โ€” but my entire family was โ€” my momโ€™s family and all of Dadโ€™s, uncles and aunts, cousins. My parents, decades after moving to Connecticut, still called it Home, and for me, sometimes, it feels that way, too. As a child, we spent holidays and summers in Bethlehem, attended family weddings and funerals. Still, today, I can drive around the city without getting lost, find my way back to my grandparentsโ€™ houses, the cemeteries, the church where I was baptized and my parents were married.

So I knew, immediately, the location of the photographs in this local womanโ€™s portfolio. The view from the Southside that Walker Evans immortalized (above), the Kraken-like spires of the steel mill rising from the shore of the Lehigh River, the stories-high windows through which I used to watch molten steel flicker and pour as we drove through town.

Like my client, I have always been fascinated by the steel mill. It holds its place in my mind as the beating heart of the city, with its pulsing engines and machines. It was the center through which everything moved: the trains that woke me up at night, my grandfathers working night shifts, my grandmothers keeping house in the shadows of industry, the smell of iron ore on their skin.

If you have been there or lived there, you know that smell. You know the feel of Steel City, its rough-around-the-edges energy and patchwork culture of blue collar workers, religious sects, and immigrants. You know the hills of Southside, the porch-lit Moravian Stars, and you can see the famous steel stacks along the skyline. You see them, even now, as ghosts keeping watch over the casinos and concert venues, the museum dedicated to the long-gone industry that made its city famous.

The woman I met, Linda Cummings, is an artist-photographer with an incredible catalog of work. You can see her collection of Bethlehem, PA images on her website. Theyโ€™re part of a larger collection of work called Slippages that will be featured in her new book of the same name.


Essay ยฉ2025, Jen Payne IMAGE: Walker Evans, Graveyard, Houses, and Steel Mill, Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.

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Creativity Poetry

I Love Summer: An Ode of Sorts

I love summer

how the ants know itโ€™s coming
before the rest of us realize,
how they announce its arrival in a
parade across my kitchen counter,
their appreciation of the small morsels of sugar
Iโ€™ve misplaced, the renegade crumbs

how the mosquitos are consistent
in the hum-hum-sting of their assault
at the backs of my arms, my legs, my scalp
and at the sweet tender skin of my ankles,
how assertively their bites manifest
as persistently-itchy welts
long after the union of
proboscis and skin

I love the sharp pungent aroma of bug spray
its perfumed plumes of offense
that linger on clothing and linens,
its placebo effect that lulls one into thinking
a stroll in the grass or evening walk
is not the suicidal effort it inevitably becomes
how calamine, all these years later, still has little effect

I love how the sun is brighter and hotter now,
how it sizzles in the sky and scares off cloud cover,
how sun begets sweat that trickles down my neck
and back and armpits and the crooks of my knees
so that everything is damp and humid and sticky
including my sheets at night, and the pillows, too
no matter how often I wake and flip them to the cool side,
no matter the window unit chugging along
the fan blowing luke-warm air and irony

how humidity hangs in the air,
keeps everything summer moist
swells up my fingers, makes mock raisins
of my toes in their constricting summer sandals
that bind and dig-in, leave criss-cross marks
like tattoos that say Summer Was Here

I love the incessant noise of lawn mowers
the ARRRRRR ARRRRR ARRRRR beat of blades
the tease as they fade around the corner
but return for another stanza
often accompanied by the
RRRRRRA-ZZZ-ZZZ RRRRRRA-ZZZ-ZZZ
of the weed whacker

Ohโ€ฆall of those summer noises!
the startling shock of motorcycle manhood as it revs its engine
just as it passes my open window,
the cigarette boat in the harbor insisting no it
is bigger and better than any motorbike
the backing-up beep of the landscape van,
the beat box boom box bass of radios blasting music nobody likes,
the violent scream of the chain saw against even more trees,
the fireworks erupting to celebrate their own percussive noises
in an ongoing summer competition of what the fuck can be louder than this?

I love the busy-ness of summer:
the ants and mosquitos mere poster children
for the weeds, the outside chores,
and the inside chores,
the long and sprawling list of Things to Do
and Places to Be and just how many
carnivals, fairs, markets, and outdoor sweaty buggy get togethers
can one fit into a two-day weekend that requires
hours of slogging through touristy traffic
crawling along at 20 sweaty, noisy miles an hour

Perhaps, though, what I love most about summer
is that tortuous steamy day in August,
as heat forms in waves off the macadam
and gossip spreads of eggs frying and Lucifer rising,
when the air conditioner coughs its last breaths
of what passes at that point for โ€œCoolโ€
when you look, then, to the heavens
to beseech god up above to make it stop
and you see what appears to be trees aflameโ€ฆ
and know, intuitively, that soon it will end
graciously and gloriously end.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Clamor

I am back on terra firma, sound rushing through my feet and up in a cacophony of thought, worry, consternation that somehow fades on the coast, transitions into whitecaps and whale song, a quiet not to be found among these common conflicts at home, the roar of traffic, the flight plan overhead, the bells and buzzes of business.

How is the sound of the ocean and all its occupants some two miles deep meager competition to the loudness of this day today? The ever present noise of them and us and thisโ€ฆeven here in my beloved woods.


Poem & Photo ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Cast Away

I awoke this morning
feeling rudderless
alone and adrift
so I partnered myself
with sheets and pillows
in a meager attempt
to stop the sway
to right myself
between swells
of defeat
and despair
but finding no
equilibrium
I moored myself
to the day
and got on with it
albeit
without commitment
or fortitude
floated aimless
past noon
and afternoon
grateful for the sunโ€™s setting
the welcome drift
of deep deep dreams.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. Photo by Josh Sorenson. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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May Musing

The cool breeze and I considered the change of season, wondered together how much time we had before she would leave again.


Poem & Photo ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Inspiration: A Riff

It is often
effortless
this charge
a light somewhere
a word
a phrase
a road highlighted
on an internal GPS
how to get from here
[ thought ]
to there
[ something written ]
with little but
an invisible arrow
a compelling
a compulsion
an understanding
that itโ€™s fleeting
unforgiving
fickle
if not me and mine
then someone else
somewhere else
will get it
catch it
in whatever way
they have learned to catch
mitt, net, rain barrel

I prefer mine
organic
open a door
a window
my arms
let the words come right in
no ceremony
or formality
no place settings
and certainly
no roughhousing
(live and let live,
I always say)

you wanna be a good poem
or a bad poem,
one anointed with laurels
or just doddering
in the margins?
come on out
with all your slick juices
scream and wail and
take that first breath, baby!

and then there it is
whatever it is
good, bad, mediocre

I donโ€™t mind them
any of them, really
theyโ€™re warm-ups
stretches
practice runs
compost

take a deep breath

because the good ones?
Mmm, yeah,
the good ones,
they glow!
preternaturally
hum and buzz
and vibrate a little
so you have to keep
reading them
over and over
pinching a dream
is this real?

You just birthed
an angel, mama โ€”
a wild wondrous angel โ€”
watch her fly!


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. Photo by Eusebiu Soica. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Screen Porch, 4 a.m.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Love is Blind

Hindsight is 20/20
except when
what youโ€™d been seeing
then, back then,
was larger than life,
grander than anything
you could imagine
and so enormously
out of proportion thatโ€ฆ
now, hindsight is
microscopic
requiring
broken circles of glass โ€”
that you try not to bite down on
too hard or else you might
bleed even more than
you already have โ€”
to see what was
right in front of your eyes
all along
how minuscule you had
to make yourself
to fit into that space
that small mindedness
that box with clearly defined edges
(and no imagination)
but these are things
you donโ€™t see through
rose colored glasses
their purpose only
to color inside the lines
with one conforming color
the vision of what
you were programmed
to think you wanted
that small sweet girl
and her dolls playing
make believe
building castles out of
miss-matched pieces
instead of telescopes
with which to see
the much bigger picture.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Morning Haiku

Why did the turkey

jump the fence

wings beat with effort


Photo from National Park Service. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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The Morningโ€™s Palette

Radar shows the storm
purple and red and gold
but all I see for miles
are shades of Cape Cod gray
pale where the sky should be
a graphite-thin horizon line
its boats like ghosts
and a graduated green-gray ocean
punctuated by the occasional
wild white cap making its way to shore
even the trees are gray this morning
their late spring effort almost forgot
inside this passing storm
whose endings promise blue.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Sunset Day

Bring me here, darling,
the day I die.
Letโ€™s hope the seals
bob curiously at our folly
and the black cap gulls
make us laugh along with them.

Letโ€™s manifest giant waves โ€”
the kind little boys scream into โ€”
and a full moon that plays
hide and seek
with the setting sun
behind billowed clouds
and tall green grasses.

We can celebrate whale spouts
and whale tails
and the fine thin lines
of birds come back โ€”
that life goes on
and a moment of joy
can last forever, here,
a laugh, a dance, and love
worn smooth with time.

Weโ€™ll hope for a cold spring day
you and me alone on the dunes
and that one final breathtaking breeze
to push me forward into oblivion.


Photo (Race Point Beach, Cape Cod) and Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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About Silence

To cultivate silence

is a monstrous effort

in this loud, mad world.


Photo and Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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The Algorithm

Her Algorithm
has teeth
fangs, really
like the kind you see
in nightmares,
and its fur is
black and sharp
like a worn carpet
tread in worry and fear,
with small fibers
that pierce the skin
and stick like burrs.

Her Algorithm
has firm, strong legs
and claws that dig in
and hold fast
to a path
she didnโ€™t even realize
she was walking down,
until sheโ€™s so far deep
and running at such a clip
all she can see is
the hot steamy breath
of her Algorithm,
the gates of hell
like a flaming blur.

and thereโ€™s nothing
a cute purring kitten
or craft project can do
but watch from the sidebar
and wait their turn
until the Algorithm
catches sight
of something
more interesting
and follows its scent
down a rabbit hole
of obscure poetry,
trendy dance moves,
and weird fashion from a
1970s JCPenney catalog
that turns her Algorithm
a shaggy, avocado green.


Photo and Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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30-Love Underfoot

Heart-shaped rocks
underfoot
all around
on the grassy path
and sand dune
from here to the shore
and at the waterโ€™s edge

(dare I say even in the palm of the Garรงon
at the pรขtisserie
whose smile needed no translation)

Hearts!

There was a time I would have
come home with enough
heart-shaped rocks
to border a banister,
fill a bowl and basket,
lined them up to show
the Garรงon
in the morning
with coffee and croissants

but I am content now to find
moon stones instead
translucent
round and easy
love in the stars,
the sky, the universe
enough


Photo and Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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29-Possibility

In a persistent
effort
to weave a web
the spider
imperceptible
casts her
silver filaments
from the uppermost
spire of a
wintered
beach plum
one thin
budded branch
from which
a hundred casts
arc and fall
arc and fall
her small labors
shimmering
in afternoon light
prayers of
possibility
glittering


Photo by Matt Hardy. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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28-The View from Here

There is a slice
of ocean
outside
my window
and in it
the world
from a view
just above
a confluence
of birdsong
and whalesong
the mechanics
of the day
juxtaposed to
sweet, sweet
silence.


Photo by Matt Hardy. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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27-April 2025


A siren wails
and I startle,
a black car idles
and I keep a wide circle,
thunder rattles windows
and I watch to make sure
lightning follows

the world is teetering
and I keep testing my balance,
make sure I am still upright.


Photo by Matt Hardy. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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26-F Stop

Thereโ€™s this photo
in which he stares
at the camera
and I remember
weโ€™d already
begun by then;
made plans,
talked for hours,
fallen in love, even
by the look on his face;
I remember that day,
our chairs pushed together,
sharing our lunches,
scribbling notes
to each other
like school kids;
but we were hardly that,
hardly so fresh to all of it;
I wish my camera
had focused more,
had adjusted its
exposure
to show the shadows,
the rough edges
and hidden details,
to find the nuances
in the full picture
I see so clearly,
now.


Poem and photo ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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25-Cue 2025

This is Reverend Scott on the valve in the belly of Poseidon.
Quint in the jaws of his worst nightmare.
Jack and Rose at the Titanicโ€™s stern.
Eowyn and the Nazgรปl. Harry and Voldemort.
Bruce Willis on the asteroid careening through space.

This is the battle scene.
The climactic moment.
The death scene.

This is before the denouement.
Before the resolution.
Before the credits roll.

This is the moment that needs you.
That demands faith.
That requires courage.
And sacrifices.

So hang on tight, baby,
because itโ€™s going to be a bumpy rideโ€ฆ

Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker!


Image from the film 2012. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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24-Be the Grizzly Bear!

Grizzly Bear
and Goldilocks
(thatโ€™s not my name,
she says)
are discussing
the merits of
cinnamon applesauce
and whether or not
I would eat her, instead,
barbequed with ranch dressing
but before I can answer
in my gruffy harumphing voice
weโ€™re off to gather sticks
for our make-believe fire pit
and the sโ€™mores
weโ€™ll eat later because
right now
sheโ€™s making breakfast
pancakes
with maple syrup?
bacon and strawberries
I love bacon!
which we eat
while she laughs that
the syrup makes my fur sticky
so she cleans it off my hands
thank you
then we pretend-read a book
before going to bed
and I snore as loud as I can
until she wakes me up
ten seconds later
to sit by the fire
(just one more round, she asks)
so I canโ€™t possibly leave
and why would I
ever want to?
there are sโ€™mores, after all,
and a backyard afternoon
that is just right.


Art by Goldilocks aka Alyssa. Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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23-Visiting

I have seen her
one hundred times
since she died
in crowds
and corners
when I least expect
and last night
in a dream again
looking
fabulous
and forgiving
all my tears
waited
until I was done
so we could
step into the space
of time allotted
that glorious
dreamspace
where everything is
as it was
and we do
as we used to do
for hours unending
until I wake
no longer
feeling
quite as alone.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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22-BFF

If these walls
could talk
these shelves
and set-aside
spaces
you might think
I love her
and I do
one hundred times
I do
and have
for so long
I no longer remember
first glance,
first conversation
first spark of friendship
but this
and this
and this
tell our story โ€”
part of it
most of it
the sum of it โ€”
easy to turn pages
in this space
and remember
the miles we traveled,
the endless stories,
the memories
gathered in pockets
to take home
for safe keeping.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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Creativity Poetry

21-Mid-April Morning

The morning
thick with sound
spring sound
a humid hovering
of birdsong
and flowersong
buds on trees
whispering
and soft soil
separated
by anxious green
almost ready
for the ministry
of bees
and butterflies
soon to be
tending
and tittering
a symphony
of what is
this moment
and what will be
at any moment
soon.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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20-Conjured

Itโ€™s witchcraft, surely
the lyrics so clearly written
for you and meโ€ฆha!
as if she even knows we exist

or existedโ€ฆ
itโ€™s been so long

but maybe we are
whatever we were
whatever that was
something to
write songs about

our confluence
of time and need
desire and connection
in an instant
how we both knew!

like we do now
in moments
the coincidence
of a memory
a sighting
a conjuring of
you and me and
shadows of

whatever we were
whatever that was
something to
write songs about

on the radio
and me singing
like an incantation
a beautiful wicked spell
as your car passes by

Hocus Pocus
I’m sure youโ€™d say
and weโ€™d laugh
again
one more time
for old timeโ€™s sake


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne with thanks to Taylor Swift. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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19-Oh Poop!

pathetic
pedestrians
perambulate,
place
pupsโ€™
poop
packets
permanently,
propped
presumptuously
pathside,
preserved
perpetually


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. For more on this topic, order your copy of โ€œThereโ€™s No Such Thing as the Poop Fairyโ€ today! NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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18-Peace in the Age of Monsters

Sleep has been merciful
these past three months,
arriving early from exhaustion
staying late in fellowship
with the dreams that wax nostalgic
for simpler nightmares and harmless ghosts.

But this morning, Iโ€™m awake at 3,
my familiar and I like old friends
sharing space beneath the spring moon,
waning in its sixth phase,
while one lone peeper keeps time
as sharp as the second hand on a clock.

We have not been together in this way โ€”
the moon and morning and me โ€”
since the monsters took over,
since their cacophony of destruction,
the sinister palpitation of days,
and all of us wondering what or who will be next.

This morning is a gift of quiet comfort,
the marsh frog a beacon which seems to say
Here! Here! Here!
over and over and over,
it reminds that even in the age of monsters,
once can find solace in the soft, dark edges,
calm in the promise of cycles and phases,
of spring and worlds ever spinning.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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017-Prayer Wheel

The tree โ€”
smooth and
shorn of its bark โ€”
is like a prayer wheel,
calligraphy
etched by time,
and at once
my walk becomes
sacred

it is mantra
and
sutra,
praise
and
repentance,
invocation
and
intercession

god is on the wind
today,
Her blessings
arrive
in birdsong


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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16-Reading Poems I Don’t Understand

sit up straight
the napkin goes on your lap
elbows off the table
tines down
tines up
left hand, right hand,
tip the spoon away
donโ€™t slurp
donโ€™t shovel
donโ€™t talk with your mouth full

and

sit

up

straight


May I please be excused?


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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15-My walk becomes an apology

Iโ€™m sorry

to the squirrel
and its dying beech

to the frog eggs
in the pool
in the woods
in this world

to the moss
upon which I walk

to the osprey
for my disturbance

Iโ€™m sorry
Iโ€™m sorry
Iโ€™m sorry

the words come unbidden

all around the pond

this is just the way it is now


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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14-To the Starlings who have moved into the Privet Hedge on Short Beach Road

To the Starlings who have moved into the Privet Hedge on Short Beach Road,

Welcome.

Please stay as long as you like.

Help yourself to the bugs and slugs in the front garden. Enjoy the spread of sweet clover and violets in the lawn, but watch for the mower who arrives every two weeks on Friday.

There’s always shade under the boxwoods, if you need, and rain water in small pools along the mossy brick path.

In the back, you’ll find a bird feeder loosely tended, but often full of seeds, and an endless dance of bees among the honeysuckle by the old dogwood.

We have resident squirrels, a family of five jays, and a chipmunk who resides just south of the bird bath which we keep filled all summer long.

The pond out back offers the companion of frogs and turtles, crows and owls, a flock of your brothers and sisters, and at least one hawk for balance.

Pay no mind to the cat. She never goes outside, but does love her spot on the screen porch. Feel free to watch her watching you, that could go on for hours!

Now mind you, I do have one request.

What I ask only in return is this: please do not cross the wide wild way, west of the hedge. Itโ€™s fast and merciless. If you, out of instinct, fly that way ever, please stay high and alert.

And come home safely.

Always, Jen


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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13 – A Sunday Morning in 2025


It occurred to me this morning,
while I held tight to old dreams,
that someone, somewhere
was also waking to this day,
but opening eyes to
a present they recognized:
the familiar sun though curtains
and the routine of Sunday
laid out in front of them
with no need to pretend otherwise;
the photos on the shelf
of old friends smiling,
the bucket list taped to the
refrigerator door,
the piggy bank promise
of new adventures
somewhere and someday
still shimmer in the early light
of their morning, there;
should I tell them?
remind them to hold fast
live in the moment
for godโ€™s sake
everything is fleeting,
tomorrow might already
be a memory.


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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12-still advancing confidently in the direction of my dreams

Thoreau, she tells me,
was tended to by women.
Meals and laundry โ€”
a side of the story Iโ€™d missed,
hadnโ€™t even thought to think about;
his cabin in the woods?
his solitude and simplicity?
my dream!
my escape!
my alternate ending!
and who considers practicalities
when weโ€™re having
a transcendental crisis?
I am disheartened
and disappointed
and thenโ€ฆdelighted!
The solitude of the woods?
The simplicity of sojourn?
And a community of women
to soothe and support?
Life Goals times one hundred!




P.S. Thereโ€™s a Walden video game!


Poem ยฉ2025 Jen Payne. Inspired, in part, by Hendry David Thoreauโ€™s Walden. The title of the poem reflects the quote: โ€œI learned this, at least, by my experiment : that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.โ€ Photo from Literary America. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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11-Chirp Chirp

Itโ€™s the robinโ€™s trill
that most often
calls him to mind
deep from the arbor
of spring azalea
and its cotton candy
blooms,
the privet hedge
shoulder high
then two stories up
in an instant of memory,
a wooden screen door slam
bees and clover
and Pappy
lifting me to the sky
whiskey on a breeze,
the rough chafe
of whiskers,
โ€œchirp chirpโ€
he says as a kiss
against my cheek
then sets me on the ground
to tangle in the blossoms
one more time
before we leave
for home.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. Photo of poet, age 4, with her grandfather. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.

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10-Meanwhileโ€ฆ

There have been serendipities
and celebrations,
people at round tables
making plans,
and friends finding joy!

We have shared meals
and memories,
secrets,
and epiphanies!

We have danced
and chanted
and sung songs,
beaten drums,
created community.

We have made art,
read books,
written poems,
baked bread,
and feasted
on ice cream
three scoops high!

We have laughed,
cried,
prayed,
and sighed
so many times
we can no longer count.

We have
resisted,
persisted,
persevered,
survived,
and thrived.

We have hoped

and will continue
to do soโ€ฆ

meanwhile.


Poem ยฉ2025, Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.