Frayed Ends

Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends”

Sleep, my friend

Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”

Frayed Ends- Morality Collection

Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends- Morality Collection”

Sweaty Palms

Speaking of posting things that make our palms sweat and our hearts beat out of our chest. I figured I’d post a personal one. Race is something that is extremely hard for me to talk about. I have a post in drafts that’s still there about the complexities of growing up bi-racial. But I figuredContinue reading “Sweaty Palms”

Who are we?

  Welcome to Jayne’s A place where you can be human.   Our Mission The mission of Jayne.Press is to inspire growth and respect real life content within New England. Jayne.Press will continue to find ways to increase in community to create a place for writers to be paid for their craft through writing real life experiences, using creativeContinue reading “Who are we?”