Jennifer lives in Ontario, Canada, with her two young children.
She writes to share.
winter crushes
the promise of April,
a string of robins
shiver at my window;
...
I found her on the deck
half-baked,
choking on the noon-day sun
frantic with a batch of rats-
...
I am tired without you
staring into January;
tree lights, red and gold
tint my window.
...