Wednesday, January 23, 2019

The Painting

By Jen Hunt

By the time the painting comes

I had put on layaway

The painting I had so much fun saving for

selling for

hawking for

releasing for

by the time the painting comes

the painting of the tree looking from the roots up

that I was so sad when I thought it had burned in the fire

with all the other paintings my friend had done

(but it, being elsewhere, had been spared)

when the painting comes

and it’s coming sooner than I ever thought it would

when the painting comes

I don’t know if I will have a space to hang it


because my house is now so deliciously

empty and free

Friday, January 11, 2019


by Jen Hunt

Looking down
I see my pulse
trembling the wine

in the cup
the tiny cup pinched
between my forefinger
and thumb

I cup the crumb
beneath the cup
in the nest
of my palm

In this spell
before I feast
my soul rests

by the helping
the mother bird