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Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill Instagram - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.3K Likes - —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry

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Caption : —love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again— . . . people are always expecting me to fuck like a porn star . I only play one on the teevee some times . and this time I’d wanted to. I’d really wanted to fuck to black fuck to forgetting. . I was sleeping with women I felt wanted to devour me. perhaps they did. perhaps they didn’t. perhaps I wanted them to. . surprised to find me softer, sweeter, than what they’d imagined in a bedroom. . and then the fall and the run me running sans shoes through the night away from mosh pits of fantasy disguised as love . my arms limp spaghetti i’d only wanted to be tossed round a room against a wall am I ready yet cum till I wept . a life in monogamy hasn’t worked yet I’m not taking bets but I might be done . and then the gifts they started coming what were they buying? what were they silencing? never knew one that didn’t have the price tag left on . I had to go . a blizzard. January in Texas blanket of snow on the Texan street the Texan cacti an orange tree . and me alone with my feelings and my friends and my feelings and the snow . and with it I could near hear the radiator blurring steam . in New York all couples become teams fighting the elements in winter even the dead ones rally and try again a simple means of survival a heart fed . I could feel our sheets kicked off socks from heat at the foot of a bed our home not my home anymore . a sleep like I’ve never had before or again her head on my warm chest . busy street where poets once poet-ed now karaoke and hot dogs yuppies their voices bouncing off walls of glass and still— . a place you could feel time . that bed that building that view of a snowblown city street in morning and— . gone. . the Texas snow. and the feeling. fast as they’d come. . and she— like out of a sad dream an almost nightmare a misspent beautiful dream headlights blaring past screaming love would come blinking fast it would come it would come it would come again a comet hurling and for a flash . she was a light. . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . . #queerwriters #poetry
Likes : 1279Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter

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Caption : mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
Likes : 1181Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter

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Caption : mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
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Caption : mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on. . mother, I won’t be back to tend to the garden. I won’t collect the eggs from the hens. mother, I will not be home again. . mother, I’ve left with the circus. mother, I’ve lost my thumbs. mother, I’ve burned my bridges. when the circus calls, one must come. . I spend my days sweating in trapeze tents. I sit with the lions and tickle their gums. I don’t have favorites but if I did, the sharp-teethed, they’d be the ones. . mother, I feel best in the lamp light. mother, I’m best outside the drawers. mother, I’m best amongst the bearded ladies, camp fires, clowns, and whores. . curl a palm around bent faces feel lives beating inside drums steady as a ship through night, hands pulled my pocket, said, come. . mother, I’ve run off with the circus. mother, I’m not coming home. mother, I’ll rest my head on train cars. not to worry, I’m not alone. . . . 📷 @adamcolemandp . . #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #portrait #wordporn #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #queerartist #queerwriters #queerwriter
Likes : 1181Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

1.2K Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

1.2K Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

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Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

1.2K Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 1.2K Likes - Gay things - off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe -->) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography

1.2K Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Gay things – off a prompt from @lydiagranered 📷 @adamcolemandp . In Austin, April is a magnificent surge. Greenery springing, as if from one of those children’s games involving linked arms, leaning back then catapulting forward at the help of sweaty teammates. . Nature moves, as if with a mission to take itself back, as though we are but squatters on this land. And in truth, we are. Vines come back stronger for having survived winter. They wrap themselves around the inanimate — ladders, wood planks, metal, plastic — de-arranging components, elements, molecules. The teamwork of trees and mushrooms. The decay repurposed as fuel. As new life. . I had never witnessed a plant growing before my eyes until Texas. Trumpet vines double in size as water hits them. It’s something out of Alice’s wonderland. Plants I’d thought dead return triumphant. . I had chalked up the landscape being overgrown to the people here caring more about the quality of their lives than perfectly mown lawns. Charming. Part of me moved here for the sweet relief of imperfect lawns. I now understand that Austin’s deeply rooted nature will only come back harder, stronger, faster, the more it is cut back. . So what really is the bloody point of quieting what is determined to be the loudest voice in the room? And why shouldn’t it be? Nature, Gaia, Mother Earth, what is for me, synonymous with equality, with truth, with life force, with God, and most recently, despite being a descendant of Cuban Catholics, the word gay. Lydia and I chuckling as we bow our heads in earnest at my Texas dining table, “dear Gay….” . Tonight I walk past a house where children play. Chalk in the well-loved lending library. And because I am a forever child, I pull the chalk from the library to use it. I contemplate writing the word gay. . . . (Continue in comments or swipe –>) . . . #Saygay #queerwriters #gaywriters #queerpoet #loveislove #writingcommunity #queerwriting #writeyourheartin #andreagibson #poet #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetrylovers #poemsofig #writtenword #written #writing #writingcommunity #writinglife #writinginspiration #queer #gay #filmphotographyisnotdead #portraitphotography
Likes : 1163Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

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Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

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Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Autumn. . . we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer . . in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our smile . . sleepy-eyed, beneath a cool sky that starved our speech and fed our laughter, we did not kiss. . . in autumn, I break the bat just stepping to the plate . . I have always been this way. . . the air smells like beer and wet dirt and winter hats and plaid shirts and sex on first dates . . Indian summer’s sweat remains. . . on the phone a friend leaves me a message “I want to be balanced and right-sized,” they say. . . Yeah. . . another says, “The only expectation you can have of another adult is that they will express their wants and needs.” . . another hugs me and tells me she’s just been engaged. a burning man proposal. giddy and scarfing 2am pizza, we slop up tequila . . we are school children writing desires in one another’s diaries fools for that warm feeling . . before that therapy, where my therapist says, like a Cheshire Cat, “it’s a good time. You feel sturdy.” . . I look down at my cold feet. I keep them moving. . . Yeah. This. That. This. . . A salted wound that only swimming can fix. . . I am satiated by my solitude. I am nourished by friendship. my thirst is quenched by our art. . . The worries of our world roll, ache pull at me and / if / but I talk to god and listen. . . I want for nothing. . . 103 on a September day, the sentiment remains— I fall at my knees for fall. . . for the first time in my life I want to fall in love slow-ly . . bite by bite piece by piece marked by canines— lover’s teeth . . I want to be fucked reckless right there in the g-spot of my mind and in a body the loyal kind. . . let’s get this out of the way— . . I’m walking the pony back to the barn each night, I’m leaving the pen door cracked giddy up if you need to go . . I’m taking the long road back to my place where the fire’s burning and handwritten letters are on the way (Cont.) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #fall #autumn #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet ##queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #lovepoems #teeth #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. . . I always thought that patch of hair stood up at attention because too many times, I’d slept on it wet bent the follicles to sway in that direction — unkempt . . I’ve been taming it, the cowlick, wetting it down in the bathroom mirror each morning for years before work thought that’ll fix it . . last week, I shave my head and find out the true shape of this cowlick. huh. not what I’d expect. a whirlpool. it’s cute, really. . . my mother always said, from an arial view, the streets where I grew up looked like a rose . . I’d say it does look something like a bud like the growth on the ZZ plant, Z’s finger’s pointing to the new buds, one by one . . or like a pussy the one I’m looking up at now watching my girlfriend shave the one they own . . I’m sitting on the bathroom tile playing with the dog thinking how becoming myself can feel so very pedestrian a pair of clippers like the ones we use to groom the pup . . I’ve contemplated shaving my head since I first saw GI Jane and one night we just do it no time like the present . . I wept watching years of hair fall to the ground like a story . . I felt like a sheep being sheered after winter I felt like a mammal and not just a girl . . I never got the turns right on those rosebud streets lost again, leash in hand blankets of salty fog . . I grew up here. could I really be this dumb. . . streets that curve and tumble you back in the direction from which you’d come . . but I knew, when I hit that blue horizon I was heading west all roads lead to home . . I’m watering a palm tree I rescued from a dumpster and it lives in my living room in Texas, always looking a little lost . . that first winter, I watched those sweet palms die and wilt under the weight of snow and frost . . what is a palm tree doing in Texas? . . (Cont in comments or swipe —>) . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : there’s a keyboard in my apartment that I’ve had since I was fourteen . . I keep the keys dusted polished clean . . just incase you should pass by and play our song again. . . . 📸 @adamcolemandp . . . . . . . . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #love #music #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #actor #atxwriters #jenparkhill
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Happy pride, queers and allies! 🏳️‍🌈🦄🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈💖✨ Another gay turn around the sun. This one marks 10 years out of le closet for me. I feel nostalgic and grateful for the entire journey, even the challenging parts — those cracked me open and gave me new eyes to see with too. They softened me, they changed my view, my purpose. May the journey continue. May we continue to stare right down the barrel of love. Xo . . 📷 1: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano Styling: Rebecca Dreiling . . . . #gaypride #pridemonth #lesbian #nonbinary #lgbtq🌈
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : “Honey comb. The roses I bought. Pencils I stand in line to sharpen in the portable classroom in the sixth grade. Shorts I bleed through because I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone I got my period. Because I don’t have a mother to teach me about these things. Patten leather shoes that are too small. The golden arches I ride my bike toward because I want to run away but don’t know where else to go, so I eat nuggets and ride home, handle bars sticky with sweet and sour sauce.” — Yellow (excerpt) I’ll be throwing it back to adolescence on April 30th, reading some poems packed with bittersweet pubescent angst and nostalgia from my forthcoming book of poetry, Teeth. It’s gonna get gooey and hopefully-possibly relatable? 🙏🏼 🫣🥴 (Swipe through for cringe adolescent photos — that 🌈 bikini and yet somehow I still hadn’t figured out how queer I was lol.) Join us at 7pm on Tuesday April 30th @vintagebooksandwine for readings by @thefujikawa , @allisonpricedirector , 👋🏼, @jasminegamespoetry , @mikekpz_poetry , followed by an open mic ✍🏼 🎤 (Link to sign up for the open mic in my bio) See you there! 🤓💋 . . . . . . . 🎞️ 1 📷 Sean Salcido 💄 @mylanmedrano 👗 Rebecca Dreiling . . #queerpoets #nationalpoetrymonth #AustinPoets #queerpoet #wordporn #poetry #nationalpoetrymonth #poetry #poem #queerpoetry
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Friendly folk, @honeyandmilkfilm will be screening in ATX April 15th and NYC May 9th! Spring, to me, will forever represent nature’s lush rebirth. As we move through April, I am flooded with memories of a particular spring in which 30 queers gathered on a female owned flower farm in the heart of Texas to bring a bittersweet story of queer love to life. “Have you ever pulled a vegetable directly from the ground and taken a bite? This is queer love.” Please enjoy these still from the film. I hope to hug you after the screening tomorrow in ATX or in NYC in May! ATX Short Film Showcase April 15th, 8pm The Ballroom @ Spiderhouse 2906 Fruth St, Austin, TX 78705 NYC Fuerza Fest May 9th, 6pm The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center West 13th Street, New York, NY Director/EP: @dashdonato Producer: @tani___paige Writers/Actors/EP’s: @jenparkhill & @Damianjosephquin DP/EP: @ivychiu Associate Producer: Xan Churchwell Line Producer: @rebeccathered Additional EP’s: Heather Nevill, Andrew & Cornelia Quinn, Emre Ozdemir & Cody Chance Enicke Production Designer: @briteration Editors: @jessmakower, @pukapla, @dagabebe Music: @jkatcher Production Assistants: @lilo.hulett, @nicelasagna, @jennydlfuente, @beenyandthejets, @chelseaberchon AD (Pre-Production): @katiecheline 1st AD: @Blanketgurl68 2nd AD: @deborahvalcin Intimacy Coordinator: @intimacycoordinatoratx Art Director: @welcome.to.heck Greens: @tararoseatx, @wildheartdirt Locations: @tobiewahl, @subdivisionlocations, @petals_ink 1st Assistant Camera: @sarahjones_bnc 2nd Assistant Camera: @cj_shotme Loader: @llasure Stills Photographer: Sean Salcido BTS Photography: @rebeccathered, @hannahvarn3ll, @chelseaberchon Gaffer: Robyn Greer Best Boy Electric: @chadbrewer85 Best Gal Grip: @aamoon13 Dolly Grip: Chachi Hood Production Sound Mixer: @ladyroxoxo Boom Operator: @la.flor.fugitiva Costume Designer: @purple.minutes Key HMU: @mylanmedrano Key HMU: @chloeecoxx Post Production Supervisor: @dagabebe Sound Designer: @drewsky.hulett VFX Artists: JP Jaramillo, Simon Kern, Joe Chan Colorist: @arthurgaribay Artwork: @bode.robinson . . #indiefilm #queerstories #queerfilm #atxfilm #atxfilmmaker #austinactors
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Tonight I look forward to being with you, right here in Austin, the birth place of this film, and to bask in the healing balm of queer community, friendship, fluidity, and the root of love, which I do believe is freedom. And I will caveat that by saying freedom which does no harm. A distinction we learn and experience together, piece by little piece. I dedicate this evening to the magnanimous and beloved, lost and never forgotten, Cecilia Gentili. May she rest in radiant peace. Tonight we celebrate Honey & Milk’s return to Austin at Hotel Vegas at 8pm presented by @hyperrealfilmclub screening before Under the Tuscan Sun. I hope to hug you there. Link in my bio. Much love, JP . . 📷 @kimberlymillardphotography
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

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Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

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Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

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Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

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Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 3/3 I was an art-hungry kid spending my days in the aisles of the Samuel French bookstore on Sunset with my nose deep in Shanley, Rebeck, Lorca, Williams, Chekhov. And between that auditions, including the one where the woman waiting ahead of me to go into the casting office whispered into her phone, “I’m just gonna book this job,” then proceeded to slide her underwear off from beneath her skirt, wink at me while dropping them into her purse, and let out false moans of pleasure within moments of closing the casting office door behind her. . . My nights consisted of acting classes, waiting on tables, and reluctantly using fake ID’s to get into clubs where I could bump elbows with industry people, pass them my business card, and politely assuage their advances. . . I rented every movie Meryl Streep had ever done and wrote essays about them for my own pleasure. Just to quench a thirst, a need to be studious, or perhaps simply to consider myself something more than a pig on a spit for consumption. Anything to keep the flame of my intelligence, my love of stories, burning. . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor #actresses #actorslife
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
Likes : 3Jennifer Parkhill - 3 Likes - Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor

3 Likes – Jennifer Parkhill Instagram

Caption : Part 2/3 At school, I carried a thick book on breaking into the business of acting. I’d had my first agent at age 12, the unexpected outcome of a beauty pageant my grandmother had placed me in to distract me from my parent’s tumultuous divorce. I’d earned but two non-speaking film credits but from the POV of my 17 year-old brain, four years at a university would only stall my imminent success. None of my family had graduated college. It wasn’t a given that I would go. I chose not to try. . . Until years later. A story for another day. . . Highlighter in hand, I snuck my walkman headphones on beneath my hoodie to drown the voices of my academic teachers, read my books on acting, and study lines for whichever school play I was starring in. I was failing my economics class, missing often in order to complete my training at the hotel where I’d been hired. Securing a survival job as a restaurant hostess to support the pursuit of an acting career felt more important, more practical, more economical for my future than grades. . . My friends were studying for the SAT. I was going to be an actress. . . (Cont..) . . Photographer: @rebeccathered Director: Sean Salcido HMU: @mylanmedrano . . . . #queerwriter #queer #genderfluid #writersofinstagram #actor #poets #wordpornoftheday #queerpoet #queerwriter #lesbian #queerpoetry #queerqritersofig #jenparkhill #actor #queeractor
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