jtaft
Profile
Hello bubblers!
My name is Jess, and I live in beautiful Melbourne. I have been writing poetry as a personal hobby for the past decade, but have rarely shared my work publicly. I have also recently reconnected with my love for art. The talent on redbubble constantly inspires me, and I love being exposed to so many astounding artists and writers! I welcome any constructive feedback you may have.
Groups
jtaft is a member of 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , Abstract Realism, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Art Students and Beginners, Bagels and Lox - Jewish themed art and writing, Body of Work, Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Dirty Filthy Art: Charcoal, Fine Art approaches to Figure and Face, Fine Arts, Graphic Scratch, Graphite Pencil Artists, Impressionist Art, Landscape Photography, Live, Love, Dream: , Masterpiece: Art, Melbourne & Victoria, Men Appreciation, Oil Painting, Painters In Modern Times, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Queer and Gender Theories Group, Realist Traditional Art, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, Symbolism in Art, The Artistic Nude, The Word Tree, Water Media (Paintings by hand only), WMG and Woman Appreciation.
Journal Entries
Another feature
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
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Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Art
Writing
My Spine; Your Spine
My back / curled; it / was a / Downward Spiral; Shoulders slumped / to the hip. / My spine: / it imitated / Your lip / As you / watched me, / Dejected Wreck, / gulp in / my neck, / and / fum…
Telegram from Disgruntled Investment Banker:
I have It All (comma) / but I have hit / a Wall (stop)
Pinpricks and Whispers
Some say the world pecks / at you. It checks what / you have. It is powerful / and infinitely elusive: a constellation / of pinpricks poised to strike. They say you must deflect / the world’…
Reprieve
I’m letting Myself / Off the Hook. / It’s a gift / that I’m giving / to Myself. This heart wasted / On self rejection / On chewing on / bitter-calloused words / Of bitter peer…
Empathy Virgin
The gentle folds of his chins shuddered, as his face contorted with pain. The haphazard cackles of my classmates bounced off the walls into the center of the classroom, and slowly ordered themselves i…
Neglect
Three cement walls slowly close in, squeezing the thick, sour air. Small droplets hover in the air, tasting of dirt-wet fur. Sunlight slithers through the iron bars, its pointed yellow slits cuttin…
