Showing Hearts
Jenica Lodde I feel like a tree in the wind, a sea fan, holding tight against the waves or like a jelly fish, ripped to shreds by the tides, my heart in someone else’s teeth. God is waiting in the backroom, but won’t speak, I’m a wisp of fleece, on a barbed wire and God is hanging back in the cold air. I’m two wings in a fish net, and my song is the only thing that breaks free and breathes. |
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About the Author:
Jenica Lodde lives and writes in Scranton, PA. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in SWIMM, Word Fountain, IO, Occulum, Remington Review, River and South Review, and Vox Poetica. When she is not reading and writing, she is busy daydreaming, drinking coffee, and making jewelry out of paper.
Jenica Lodde lives and writes in Scranton, PA. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in SWIMM, Word Fountain, IO, Occulum, Remington Review, River and South Review, and Vox Poetica. When she is not reading and writing, she is busy daydreaming, drinking coffee, and making jewelry out of paper.