Jenifer DeBellis

Dryden, United States

Metro Detroit Writer Jenifer DeBellis is Pink Panther Magazine’s Executive Editor and a Solstice Lit Mag eBook and anthology editor....

Hand Piqued

Not your average spectator's sport. See this side of life for details.

Where I’m From [reworked edition]

I am from the reddest unripened apple, / one part mystery, one part innocence lost. / From the cobwebs in dark corners / to the dust bunnie…

Eyes of Verdigris

They were color coded, those eyes, / a curious kaleidoscope, / like the oceans. / Not the postcard version, / but the agitated /  &n…

Peep Show, a Tango

When September Comes

I want to draw a rainbow / in the evening sky / with the letters of your / name. I want to paint / our front door / purple because / the…

Beautiful Baptism

Even before the wind shifted gears / & grey clouds became electric blue / I could feel the approaching storm. / So I ran, knowing my re…

Window Seat

Pocket Notebook, Entry 1 / Window Seat / The city breathes through a flicker / of clouds, sighing Welcome home. / And I, with my temple pre…

The Things We Buried

Remember when we were young and days seemed longer than our list of problems? How, come morning, we’d disappear into the woods behind your …

Turning Dust

Endless      shush      roars      on / Barefoot run    &nbs…

Lullaby

All is vanity and a chasing after wind. ~ Ecclesiastes 1:14 / With one last tug Rae tightened the yellow ribbon into a perfect bow. “This i…

Dusted Darkness

In this moment, society’s isolation strikes / me. I am alone, like a starling / peppered from its flock in flight, now / dropped ashore to…

Self Portrait

PED XING

Saw a blind man out on a walk today. / Just a man and his red and white stick / wearing a sincere smile upon chapped lips. / What could he …

Canary

Catharsis: Soul’s Seasonal Lament

The last auras of an early autumn / blend into nothing more than a rusted / patina palette. Leaves reduce down / to a skeletal parchment…

More than One Word Could Contain

We watched, mouths fixed in the horror of an O, / only our eyes willing to say what our mouths wouldn’t. / And we waited / knowing in some …

Lovers’ Notes: A Found Poem

Within the frame of their forbidden ramblings / she made reference to the inappropriateness of another. / [activated the frame of the lover…

My Head Was in the Clouds Alright

Dream-filled balloons sailed away that day. / I noticed that you forgot / to tie a note on the end / of each string. / How will they know w…

Green-Eyed Monster

The demons reflecting from her disturbed expression / twisted her face into such an inhuman form, it was / a wonder anyone paying attenti…

For the Love of the Unlovely

In the moment I’d taken to think / about raising my defenses / she’d quietly crept into my heart.

The Conditions of Love 101

Red, White, and Faded Grey

It was moving day. I sat on our porch for the last time, drumming Paul McCartney’s “Freedom” over and over onto the faded grey wood. / When…

Venus Goes Retrograde

It never quite goes back to the way it was. / What was once healthy and taut has been pulled / and stretched and ripped, pushing the limits…

Through the Barn Door

My stories are true to the best of my memory – it’s not my fault the average person has lost touch with his or her own imaginat…

Room with a View

Seraphic

She was forced into a form she was never meant to fill / Her liquid limbs were drowning in her own deep blue sea / Sweet cherubim and choir…

“Clean-up in the Fantasy Aisle”

Dreamt of bookshelves and talking words. / Saccharine sounds that rolled from the page, / rounding corners and sharp edges — caressin…

Serve Chilled

I could swim for a lifetime / in the hazel ocean of those eyes. / Windows filled with the same warmth / the last days of summer cling / to…

Trade Winds, Bb

Walked the shores, waiting for the next wave, / collecting pearl-pink seashells and fossilized rocks. / “A lifetime with you is never enoug…

Emigrant

Lost somewhere between / Main Street / and / the road to Avonlea / Wandering / in this manmade world, / how will I ever learn the way?

Blank Canvas

And then there is a void… / The path is narrow, / while the road is wide / There’s a gate up ahead / and although it is idle, / the sque…

The Box to the Left (revised draft)

It was all wrapped up so tight; no one would ever suspect it even existed. I kept reminding myself that it was better for everyone this wa…

Slipping through the Cracks (Revised Narrative Fo…

Without making a sound, I slipped through the cracked door. The quiet town slept as I crept along the well-beaten path. My barefoot steps…

Five Minutes to Spare

Here With You

I’ve fallen / and I don’t want to get up / For your arms were there / to break my fall / and I can’t think of a place / I’d rather be / tha…

For Sale By Owner

Learned I’m better at burning bridges than building them – / a pretty large discovery to make this late in the game. / Woke up with a wall …

Elucidation

Falling from grace / one pearl at a time / Once ---— strung ---— along, / all elegance and poise / Now the stockings and stilet…

I Do

I signed the deal that day in blood, / then sealed it with the kiss of birth. / Loyal. Faithful. Servant. Friend. / Wonder what that’s real…

She Knows What She’s Doing

Ever watch someone get tangled in her own hand-crafted web? All the while, pleading ration and reason? Only to have to sit back, broken-h…

Table for One

People-watching finds
My Lover by Jenifer DeBellis

Maladaptive Minute Hand

1 / reason: Voice of / 2 / Solitaire sophisticate / 3 / Pep-talking fool / 4 / Pathological rationalizer / 5 / Target turned /…

All I Have Left

Even though she’d seen better days, this old table had great bones; that’s why I knew I had to breathe new life into her. Every curve and …

Say Cheese

They say / depression is / simply a state of mind. / How would they fare in this mind’s state? / I ask / simply / to understand / their si…
Coming or Going? by Jenifer DeBellis

This Beautiful Mind is Bright: A Mirror Image of …

A tribute to Stein’s “If I Told Him: A Complete Portrait of Picasso” / Sunshine, hey sunshine, sunshine hey; / you’re bright. You’re brigh…

Hidden Needle in the Haystack (of a Burning Barn)

I’m the discarded grocery bag caught on the top of the tree. / The one blowing in the wind while the world rushes by, / reaching, always re…

Exanimate’s Door

aerotriangulation

Courtesy is a divided highway / lest it resemble expectation / on demand. To understand / matters of navigation consult / a map, one develo…
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