Jennifer Bortner

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  • first poem from Jen

    how we’ll end
    By Jennifer Bortner

    when I look at you, I often wonder
    how we’ll end

    will we explode in a crash of brilliant ambers
    a supernova
    or will we sit silent in each other’s arms
    grains of sand in an hourglass

    Pillbox | May 2, 2022
  • one poem from Jen, another from Dylan

    to my grandmothers, who I hope never read this (a sestina variation)
    By Jennifer Bortner

    whenever I see candles, I am your little one again
    holding hands in a synagogue of blue velvet
    I’m wearing red ribbon pigtails and sequins
    at the altar, a man cuts golden bread with sharp silver
    and raises a rusted glass lined with gibberish
    I am not good at being Jewish

    Pillbox | May 2, 2022
  • Saturday Mornings

    saturday mornings
    his hands, his hands
    their ghosts tickle my porcelain skin
    his hands, his hands
    and his eyes greedy for mine and
    the silly state, i awake in—
    a little girl in pink again
    his hands, his hands

    Pillbox | April 18, 2022
  • 'Bridgerton' baddies and the girlboss era

    Disclaimer: this article includes spoilers for seasons 1 and 2 of “Bridgerton.” Please proceed with caution. You have been warned.

    Dear gentle reader,

    Forum | April 11, 2022
  • Biological study and mental health researchers discover that all men are actually ducks

    All men are, in fact, ducks. Think about it. Let it sink in. It makes sense. Still not convinced? A team of biologists and psychologists conducted a study of men which examined their DNA and found that it is identical to the duck, with a singular letter in their genetic code giving them human bodies as a sort of mutation. Subsequently, a study of non-men found that they are 999,999,999 percent hap...

    Special | April 4, 2022

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