Photography by Adam Coleman
tedious and brief,
shadows traverse the sundial.
these days, how they slip.
About the Creator
Jen Parkhill “JP”
Jen Parkhill “JP”, a first generation Cuban-American artist, pet parent, writer, filmmaker, actor, friend, graduate of the Tisch School of the Arts, NYU, and proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community.
Hurling through time.
@jenparkhill
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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