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Class Acts and Other Disorders
By Jen Cross | |
We all know the saying. If you’re poor, you’re insane. If you’re rich, you’re eccentric. It’s one of those rules…
I Can’t Afford Morals
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The title of this post is not a metaphor. It is a line item missing from my monthly budget. Before…
Lentils, The Grey Cat, and Other Family Legends
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A Tribute to My Mother
The DSM is Not a Personality Quiz
By Jen Cross | |
Somewhere along the way, society has decided that the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual, which is essentially the big book of…
This Title Has Been Redacted
By Jen Cross | |
Back in the days before Google, when dinosaurs roamed the Earth and Noah built a boat when we had all…
Laser-Focused Justice: Blindingly Obvious Solutions to Crime
By Jen Cross | |
Fellow citizens of the Internet, allow me, your self-appointed President of Everything that Matters (and some things that don’t), to…

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Latest Poetry

A Tribute to my Grandmother
By Jen Cross | |
There are moments in life that seem small as they happen - a soft voice offering milky tea, the rustle…
Awakening
By Jen Cross | |
do you remember me? A murmur, barely more than a thought. do you remember me? do you remember me? Softly…
Soul Scent
By Jen Cross | |
I sat downat my deskand I thought there was a hint of jasmine in the airwhich was impossibleand so for…
Comparison
By Jen Cross | |
A:   A one night stand In a cheap hotel The receptionist watches them exit, Her sausage fingers, strangled by too-tight rings,…
Role-Play
By Jen Cross | |
Forked-tongue foundling, Ever the outcast, Playing the part with precision. Forked-tongue father, (oh, fabulous photograph!) Playing the part with precision.…
Happy
By Jen Cross | |
They sit in the house. Quiet. It is not cold here, she says.Because we are inside, she says. But her…

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