Jenna CornellCOVID: It’s More Than About You or MeOur lives during this time are more than our own, and we must focus on the greater good of humanity to successfully make it through COVID…Oct 6, 2020Oct 6, 2020
Jenna CornellDemising Visions of You and IRed boiling blood rushes through my veins like a raging, roaring flood.Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Jenna CornellEquatorial Love AffairTwo worlds separated by miles oppressed by business deals crashed into one another through lovemaking adjacent to the equatorial sea…Aug 21, 2020Aug 21, 2020
Jenna CornellShe’s My HomeAh, Brubeck on the turntable, coffee in my mug, sun shining through the big bay window, and HER all over this house.Aug 14, 2020Aug 14, 2020
Jenna CornellPoetry: Common Practice“Just because something is common sense doesn’t mean it’s common practice.”Jul 31, 2020Jul 31, 2020
Jenna CornellMicrofiction: Cause I’m the Man with the GunI think this must be the slowest damn night ever. I’ve only been here three weeks now, but damn, where are all the people? We have a…Jul 3, 2020Jul 3, 2020
Jenna CornellMicrofiction: GangsterThe orange-rimmed, professor-like glasses lay crumpled in the mud adjacent to the man with the ivory-laced beard. His barren expression…Jun 26, 2020Jun 26, 2020
Jenna CornellFiction: Train Wrecks and Coffee MugsThe bell above the door jingled as a woman in her forties with tossed hair walked in. The wind outside mangled it into a twisted mess of…Jun 12, 2020Jun 12, 2020