Jessica Kantrowitz

The other day I told my partner I didn’t think I was a poet anymore—I thought maybe that was just for a time and now it was time to do something new. And he said, what are you talking about, you wrote a poem yesterday. And I had.

Today, as every day Jessica Kantrowitz Today, as every day we are crying out in pain we are reaching out in desperate love we are suffering in loneliness we are trying to find each other Today, as every day we feel ill-prepared and ill-equipped we are trying to find resources

An essay on body wisdom

A poem of grief

Hi friends! Just wanted to pop in to say two things: One, I forgot to share here that I had a guest post up on my friend D.L. Mayfield’s Substack last week about deconstructing through poetry. I’d love if you check it out, and give D.L.

or, reclaiming the sacred

And maybe for yours

(I wrote us a poem)

(Come and eat)

A belated daylight savings meditation