Jen Parkhill “JP”

Joined May 2021

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Jen Parkhill “JP”, a first generation Cuban-American artist, pet parent, writer, filmmaker, actor, friend, graduate of the Tisch School of the Arts, NYU, and proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community.

Hurling through time.

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Furry Nurses
pneumonia winter, love is a broken fever, twin cat-dog nurses.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”4 days ago in Poets
Cowboy
high Sierra way up in the icy air find me there snow topped range that made me ripped-red sky I’ll be the cowboy dirt in my scalp
By Jen Parkhill “JP”24 days ago in Poets
Babeh.. Runner-Up in Somewhere Between Here and There Challenge.
babeh. I woulda made a good drummer my rhythm is impeccable I can’t play the piano I’ve tried maybe my fingers are too short
By Jen Parkhill “JP”6 months ago in Poets
Hunger. Winner in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
my phantom limb has a mouth where the knee bends teeth like razors that bite in night when the earth falls still sugar in the grille
By Jen Parkhill “JP”7 months ago in Poets
Honey-Sucked
steel fabric fence orange buds spill between chain link I’m sipping sweet from pedaled cups a playground recess.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”about a year ago in Poets
remember this
standing, thigh high in snow, in unison, we turned, mother and I, like two tuning forks leaned in toward vibration every deer in earshot could hear our steps and hear them stop
By Jen Parkhill “JP”about a year ago in Poets
girl dinner. Top Story - June 2024.
I just bled through my white pants. bled through the white pants.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Poets
Flash Flood
Flash Flood. are you rain, she says. yes, yes, I am. how did you know? I say. my grandmother was rain. Flash Flood.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Poets
Mother Nature. Runner-Up in In Eclipse Challenge. Top Story - April 2024.
Every time I set my glass down, it leaves a ring. Cool water in that familiar shape of infinity. Little planet of molecules, combed right out of the air, as if cloud carried.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Poets
marked by canines. Runner-Up in #200 Challenge.
I came out of the womb in a birthing squat. My pen is the fruit of my life’s labor — the written story. To blow the lid off my own life and expose it, whether through fiction, poetry, or essay, is the only way I know how not to feel alone when the going gets bad.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Pride
What if I’d held my ear to the ground
what if I’d held my ear to the ground felt the vibrations cascade over earth’s gentle curve what if I’d listened to my intuition’s sound
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Poets
I Was Going to be an Actress.. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
I was eating molten cheese, the kind that comes out of a spout, from Taco Bell. I was a high school senior, hopeful actress, crashing at my father’s business partner’s pool house on weekends so I could attend back to back Friday/Saturday acting classes at the Bobbie Chance Studio.
By Jen Parkhill “JP”2 years ago in Pride