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    Confessional Words and Experiments
    Confessional Words and Experiments
    Confessional Words and Experiments
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    Confessional Words and Experiments

    By Jen Selinsky

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    "Confessional Words and Experiments" is another volume of confessional works, based on a style similar to that of Anne Sexton. As was the case with some of her other works, Jen wrote this book in a variety of different moods.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJen Selinsky
    Release dateMay 28, 2016
    ISBN9781310714610
    Confessional Words and Experiments
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    Jen Selinsky

    Jen Selinsky was born in Pittsburgh, PA. In 2003, she earned her bachelor's degree in English from Clarion University of Pennsylvania. In 2004, she earned her master's degree in library science from the same school. Jen has worked as a professional librarian for over twelve years. She has published more than 170 books, most of which contain poetry. Her work can be found on the following sites: Lulu, Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes & Noble/Nook, Smashwords, and Pen It! Publications. She has also been featured in publications such as: The Courier Journal, Explorer Magazine, Liphar Magazine, and Indiana Libraries. Jen lives in Sellersburg, IN with her husband.

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      Confessional Words and Experiments - Jen Selinsky

      Confessional Words and Experiments

      Jen Selinsky

      Copyright © 2008 by Jen Selinsky

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      Cover Art Copyright © 1996 by Jen Selinsky

      ISBN: 9781310714610

      Feeling like a flower,

      Who has wilted in the cold.

      My pedals would easily

      Snap and break upon human contact,

      And my jagged pedals lay

      Severed in your hand.

      As the rest of my body waits

      For certain destruction—

      Serving no other purpose

      But the carnage you feel

      Because the cold weather has

      Driven you mad.

      Feeling like nothing I could have

      Said or done would have prevented your

      Hasty decision, but it is gone.

      All the love that we once felt

      Has circulated out the room,

      Letting all the warm air escape

      And leaving my lungs to gasp

      In the horror that is this desolation.

      1/25/08

      The hands swell at the first sign

      Of having something wrong in your tongue.

      The signs of the solar system,

      Leading us all astray.

      I certainly couldn't have known

      That people should be looking our way

      To add an extra day to create the burden

      My cheeks burn with pride.

      As soon as the dogs are released

      From my chamber, noses set

      To find out where all the starts are.

      Hiding, not wanting to touch

      Someone like me, especially on this

      Day of days,

      When I got another headache

      From staring nonstop at the screen.

      Where were you eight years ago,

      Hiding behind some ancient lie?

      There are some people now who

      Will never know until I told them

      To leave, and they got their heads blown off.

      And, all the twinkling in my eye

      Is reduced to ash until no more.

      Of the villagers can see—

      That only animals can steer them right.

      They would if they could, you know,

      But they do not have the fine sense

      That allows their noses to lead us out.

      Ich bahn, I smell a traitor,

      As the metallic taste of water

      Melts in my mouth,

      And strands of hair

      Get in my way

      And nearly choke me

      While I bide my time

      In wishing that all the stars

      Will get back in line soon.

      And, on the other side of town,

      Someone is crying for their savior.

      That cannot be found in the

      Solar system alone, unless,

      Through grinding teeth, they learned

      To hate anything that questions

      Their well-being, content to know

      That the feelings still reside in my heart

      As I twist the ring on my finger,

      Back and forth to fall out of our slump

      As the stars run us down.

      2/29/08

      This place I hang around—

      It will be the death of me yet.

      Going through twisted trees,

      Feet sinking into the mud.

      That part will be over,

      But, oh, the onslaught

      Will follow me around like a red tide

      To make sure that I am never satisfied

      With what happens to come

      Because they want to keep me

      Anchored here—

      Where I choke on the mold and

      Darkness that is spread to my corner,

      Never allowing my poor light to

      Shine through.

      Like an undeliverable message,

      Never to get the word out

      And live that life

      That I thought was supposed

      To come with the territory.

      These words slip through my fingers

      As soon as they have fallen

      Out of my mind.

      I did not think that I would

      Suffer from any pride.

      But I must admit that it shall

      Come to me in doses if I am

      Ever to let my feet free of the

      Earth's clay because this animal

      Should be free to wander

      To its wanted destination.

      Time stands still for no one

      Because this is given

      To different times of the night.

      I

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