Jennifer KumerFrom the Girl who has Lost ItI’m feeling fucked up and I am too exhausted to sugarcoat it.Apr 10, 2019Apr 10, 2019
Jennifer KumerThe Poet Whispers — HaikuThe poet whispers Time freezes, breath quickens, words spill Silence. Magic. Art.Apr 4, 2019Apr 4, 2019
Jennifer KumerThe song of the now — HaikuThe song of the now heard by those who will listen becomes a prayer.Apr 4, 2019Apr 4, 2019
Jennifer KumerTo the bones and flesh — HaikuTo the bones and flesh we bow, for all that we sense soon we shall be dust.Apr 4, 2019Apr 4, 2019
Jennifer KumerI write from a typewriter every morning, here’s why.I love creating sacred spaces in my life. The act of setting an intention for specific activities connects me to a sense of higher purpose…Apr 2, 2019Apr 2, 2019
