Jenny St AngeloAn Old Sad PoemYou know when you fall in love Well, not actual love But a close approximation Of what you think love might be like? I did that. Which…Jan 19, 2015Jan 19, 2015
Jenny St AngeloAn Early Morning PoemThere are an astounding Number of humans Awake and asleep At gates D3–5.Jan 15, 2015Jan 15, 2015
Jenny St AngeloA Morbid Little Poem about DirtGeologically speaking The ground has layers Like rings of a tree.Jan 12, 2015Jan 12, 2015
Jenny St AngeloThe 8th Grade Dance, a poem(prompt provided by Molly Beach Murphy)Jan 9, 2015Jan 9, 2015