by Jen Persichetti
To be soulless is an art
An art you have taught me – and taught me well My heart has yet to thaw and I crave afternoons of solitude
Cold winter mornings entice me and I despise junipers in Spring Storm clouds and abandoned farmhouses sit atop mountains of lies I count the minutes until the sun goes down, so I can bask in the moonlight of deceit
Chrome edged stars litter the sky and each one holds a secret… Night has never looked so good
Jen Persichetti holds a Bachelors in Journalism and is a member of IAPWE – International Association of Professional Writers and Editors. Writing has always come naturally to her. It is her first love….she can’t get enough. Jen decided to pursue writing because nothing brings her more joy than to put pen to paper. A collection of Jen’s work has been growing over the years as personal journal entries. She hopes to share them with the world one day…Jen is striving to make that aspiration a reality.