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....

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PPM, Issue 25—8 September 2016 Release

It’s here! It’s here! The latest issue of Pink Panther Magazine is out today. / Join our celebration of art and writing inspir…

Sunrise, September 5th

In the stillness of each morning, the blue / Heron has first pick / Of fish or frog. Today, four / Storks storm the marsh. / Between cattai…

Eyes of Verdigris

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

Turning Dust

Endless      shush      roars      on / Barefoot run    &nbs…

Recurring Theme, Discovered

It is effortless to fall / in love with some people—they fit / within the contours that mold / you just as the sides of a drawn heart / m…

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 …

Peep Show, a Tango

. . . she probably thinks this poem is about her

She was quick to anger, always / tearing down the things / within reach, pulling down / walls that took weeks, / months, even years to er…

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…

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…

False Prophetess

Her filtered words flowed freely from her keys / like streams of water gracing ancient ground. / A practiced tease, she flattered in degre…

Woodworkers: The Art of Hollowing

“Because I said so” / paved the road traveled /                …

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…

For the Love of the Tale

At the heart of the tale / there’s a misfit, a misfortune, / a lesson unlearned, and / an atomic mindscape on fire. / Love Lost escaped …

Triptych: His and Her Perspectives

This ekphrastic poem was inspired by Michael Dec’s poem listed below. To ever understand the angles of perception. Here is my (revise…

Flip the Page

The ground rumbled, shifting under our feet. I stumbled as I continued running toward the water’s edge. There was a moment I couldn’t hear …

At the Heart of the Burn

An Eastern Michigan Tall Tale / There’s a pain in my chest at the back of my throat. / Each day it flares up with more fury and force. / Th…

Where has the pitter-patter of little feet gone?

There were streetlights like the ones that used / to line my childhood streets, only they were / newer, shinier. There were basketball ne…

Running with the Carnivores

My uneasiness wasn’t triggered because I was sitting upon this foreign sofa, waiting to meet the person every aspiring writer daydreams abo…

Enlightenment

She wore the expression of a doe— / one part piqued curiosity, / one part untapped innocence. / “You think that I’m jealo…

A Message from Your Broadcast Service

8—My mind’s a Seinfeld episode: / 7—Thematically random while / 6—conceptually profound. / 5—Feel the tick…

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…

Oxymoron, Light-Weight

“Pass me another cheese biscuit,” I demanded of my blind date-from-hell, forgoing pleasantries and pleases. / He was a giraffe! Even the sp…

Scrolls of Exodus

Possessed with the strength of Samson, / the powers of darkness worked / in broad daylight—the audacity, yes— / to strike down solid the p…

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…

aerotriangulation

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

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…

What can be said about the madness within silence?

There are a thousand things I could say about this / and for this reason I choose to say nothing.

Standpoint

Moment. / Moment in. Moment in a moment in. / Time. / Roads diverge and roads dissect. Dissect roads, diverge. / Silence. / Silence in. Sil…

Where I’m From

See the updated, expanded version of “Where I’m From” here / I am from the reddest ripe apple, / one part mystery, one pa…

Paper Cut(outs)

I believed I needed to clip these things of old, / needed to extract these intricately woven fibers / from my soul in order to remain in th…

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…

Absolute Pin

The race was on. Who would win the title of Life of the Party? / Myface’s news feeds spit out one status update after another, each one out…

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…
Ordinary Time by Jenifer DeBellis ENGINE NO. 1 by Jenifer DeBellis Extreme Parallelism by Jenifer DeBellis Carried Away by Jenifer DeBellis

Book of Changes

Everything in life could be simplified into a straightforward scheme. There were two choices waiting for a certain sequence at the red ligh…
Breath of Fresh Air by Jenifer DeBellis Angel Kisses by Jenifer DeBellis Self Portrait: Into the Light by Jenifer DeBellis Self Portrait: Contemplation by Jenifer DeBellis Main Street by Jenifer DeBellis 241 Memory Lane by Jenifer DeBellis Self Portrait: Wounded Warrior  by Jenifer DeBellis

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…

Eyes Wide Shut — A Mystical Memoir

“Don’t open your eyes yet.” / But this warning didn’t register as fast as the fear did. I opened my eyes just as he was putting his hands u…

Yes, “We’re All Dying”

There’s a ghost in my path; / she appears in my dreams, too. / I cut her out in the shape / of a paper person / because that’s all she’d / …

Memoir of a Free Spirit

It was her reflection I saw in the mirror when I studied my face for more than a moment. I attributed this to the youthful glow I seemed to…

Five Minutes to Spare

Hijincks, Rated PG-9

If you don’t get out of the way right now, warned an internal voice, that thing’s gonna drop down right onto your face. And the second afte…

The Yes amongst a Sea of Nos

It was a hunger birthed from need— / a tiny seed planted / in that hollowed out piece of driftwood. / The rough edges turned inward…

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…
Lost in Translation by Jenifer DeBellis

Religion Romanticized

           Reminiscent of Noah’s Arc is this ushering /     &nbs…

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 …

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 …

The Conditions of Love 101

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 …

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…

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…
Tale of Two Worlds by Jenifer DeBellis Favourite Lookout: Java Stop View by Jenifer DeBellis

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.

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…

Kairos

Shot his ethos / in the eye / of the beholder / Should’ve told her / he’d stacked the logos / in his favour / Maybe that would’ve / s…

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…

Dot to Dot

Westerly winds blow as they may, / but souls will still connect in their magical way.

Global Warning: A Prophecy

We only had moments to pack our bags. She’d already been through our stuff, though. / My eyes continued being drawn to the clever little pl…

“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…

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…
Betrayal Is a Fox in Shearling Socks by Jenifer DeBellis Flowers for Kat by Jenifer DeBellis (he)art attack logo design by Jenifer DeBellis

Anna’s Morning in Detroit

Said she spent the morning with friends giving food to the less fortunate. A guy brought his family through the line, but because they did…

Simulated: A “Simulation” of a Nut

Some people swore I was crazy, a real nut job. What did they know about peanut butter? Yeah it was creamy, almost silky smooth around the…

Cirque du Soleil

“I know the back way, Poet,” the acrobat whispered into my ear. / We wrangled through the frantic mob of passengers. This wasn’t part of t…
Java Stop by Jenifer DeBellis
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