Jessica Taft
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
Jessica Taft 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), 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
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Art
Writing
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…
Emphathy 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…
My Ego Drives a Porsche
The door clicks open. Hop in! Melt into those plush seats. Real leather! / I am soft to touch. Delectable. Feel that automatic transmission. Seamless! / I am smooth-tongued to suit all occasions…
My Skin (revised version)
This is my coin-operated clothing removal service. / The door is ajar, come on in! / But you wont get far beyond / My skin. My skin, my clotted-cream. / Snowy-soft. Dulce de leche. / Looks so easy …
