Invisible Ink E-Book

Jennifer Schneider

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

In spaces where ideas simultaneously crystallize, connect, and unravel in random ways, Invisible Ink by Jen Schneider explores everyday moments through multiple perspectives and experimental forms.

As unanswered messages proliferate and solutions dissipate like invisible ink, the collection entertains and embraces the intersection of randomness and regularity in spontaneous snippets of time.

"Invisible Ink is a kaleidoscopic romp through contemporary life in all its broken beauty... It’s a wild ride and always worth it." - J.G. McClure, author of The Fire Lit & Nearing

Leseprobe

INVISIBLE INK

JENNIFER SCHNEIDER

CONTENTS

Careful, Yells Pigeon

Blanks

Connective Tissue

Between Here and There

In the Spirit of Stuff

I Should Have

Things Called Mugs

Time to Eat

I Need a Number

On Woman’s Day and Days of Wonder

I Am Alone in the Kitchen

Acknowledgments

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About the Poet

Copyright (C) 2022 Jennifer Schneider

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2022 by Next Chapter

Published 2022 by Next Chapter

Cover art by CoverMint

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author’s permission.

dedicated to a multitude of

snips, snaps, and shots

and to those with wandering minds

CAREFUL, YELLS PIGEON

Papaya, potato, pineapple.

Soft whispers in heavy night air

Pigeon sits on damp windowsill outside well-furnished market

Bright lights shine on sliced rice cakes individually stacked and stocked in freezers

Shaved chicken breasts in cellophane line brightly lit back wall

Fully masked, gray haired woman wrapped in dark gray jacket, cranberry scarf, and gingham bonnet climbs wet concrete stairs

Careful, yells Pigeon. Don’t slip!

Slip, slap, slop.

Soft whispers in night air

I’ll take your leftovers.

BLANKS

As Day Becomes Night and Night Becomes Day and I Struggle to Fill in the Blanks for Questions of Why We Do What We Do, I Find Solace in Silence and Answers in the Air Between Myself and I

Morning Routines

Sirens roar, alarms ring, and bodies turn—

right, left, right again. Limbs stretch, bare soles meet cool wood. Muscle memory moves both body and soul from one room of four walls to the next. Chin up, they say, when I say No. Quiet now, they urge, when I say No. Truth emerges like dew as eyes meet eyes in the steamy washroom mirrors. Go ahead, tell me what type of day awaits.

First thought, best thought. Ready. Set. Go.

Something wetSomething drySomething specialSomething lostSomething oldSomething newWhat you see in the mirrorWhat you hear before sleepFirst thoughts as eyes open at dawnYour most prized personal traitAn item in your medicine cabinetSomething sweetYour favorite colorYour favorite article of clothingYour least favorite seasonSynonym for strongA fearAn item in your refrigeratorA reason to be hopefulSomething preciousSomething comfortingAnother word for touchAnother word for greetAnother word for hopeThe flavor of loveThe most beautiful site in your worldSomething that provokes tears of joy

The day ahead may bring __1__, __2___,

even ___3___. Perhaps ___4___. If I’m

lucky, ___5___ might meet ___6____.

If I’m not, and even when it’s ___15___,

and even when ___17____ sings and screams

in my eyes, ears, and soul, I think of

___12___, ___13___ blankets, and my ___14___.

Hello, ___8___. Good day, ___9___.

I am ___10___, and I am ___16___.

Made of ___7___. ___11___

and ___18____, too.

Most of all, I think of ___19___

and ___20____. I think

of ___21___.

I count to four and inhale. Count

back as I exhale. Then lift

my chin and open my eyes, mouth,

and heart. ___23___ world. I know

not how to give in or give up. No

matter what might come, I still taste

___25__, still see __26___, and

hear__27___. Most of all,

I still believe

in ___24___.

Evening Reflections

Any thought, a worthy thought. Ready. Set. Go.

Eye colorColor of darknessAnother word for quiet