Here is my latest published poem.  It is in the Post Bulletin in Rochester, and honestly, they have published so much of my poetry that I want to give them a big shout out of thanks!

I will figure out how to put up the link to the PB, but for now, here is the poem.  And Happy Spring!!



 I’m the platinum sister.

I am youngest.


Robins bring me

to Winter’s hearth,

and she nurses me

for a time, keeping us cold.

But I grow fast and bold.


One warm day,

Winter packs her sled

and goes North

with her winds and hounds.

I’ve thawed the ground.

She thrives on ice.


I am stronger,

louder and wilder

in each greening day.

I wear Winter out this way.


My breath deepens the blue sky

and everything I touch

brings blooms and buds.

I blossom the meadows

I release the mud.


Where I run

snow melts and dandelions

grin yellow towards the sun.


I vitalize the old

and rid them of raw cold.

They dance with me.

They radiate and glow.

They remember their youth

and why they live.

The is one gift

I can give.




Ah!  The young!  I exhilarate them

with so much trilling life

that they need to sprint,

dance, or scream

because they cannot contain

all my gifts.


For some I am too much

too green, and too bright.

All my dazzling light

and scents of earth

flood them

and mud them

till they cry out, “Enough!”

They need Winter’s chill

and inward calm.

I don’t have that balm.


So, I thump on

reckless in each day.

Wild in my ways

and spirit light.


I am Spring!

I bring delight!

Mud Puddle Talk

This is my most posted and quoted poem per the internet.  So, here you have it.
Mud Puddle Talk

A splish a splash,
A splish a splash,
A puddle a puddle
A jump and a smash.
A slip and a slop
A drip and a drop
A pool and a puddle
A run and a hop.
A wet soaking sock-
It’s mud puddle talk.
A thump a glump
A rainy day walk.
-Jennifer Jesseph

Performance Art

Performance art is a new interest of mine.  I tried out two pieces last night at Cafe Steam in Rochester.  I am going to be writing more and performing more too.

The pieces I wrote and performed were, “The Interview,” and “Grandmother’s Story.”  This is all I am going to say about these for now.

In the future I will post up some videos of me performing pieces.

My friend Sue Johnson is a gifted comedian.  I saw her perform last night at Goonies.  She got me thinking about ideas for a little stand up comedy sketch I could try.  I have written something out, but stand up has never really been my thing.  Even so, dabbling in new areas can’t hurt.

With spring, it seems the creativity is pouring back.

Winter Thaw

Here is my poem, “Winter Thaw.”  It was published today in the Post Bulletin.  It was nice and warm this January 19th, 2015, and I hope the poem leaves you feeling winter warm.

Winter Thaw


One warm day

after January’s

deep cold,

a bold

warm sigh


in a sweet

warm up.


The sun



and we walk

without coats.


The breeze

lifts us,

and we float

in such warm

winter weather.

I pass a pine tree


with winter’s tears.


She cries for leaving.

Good-bye winter grieving.

I fly free

in one winter thaw.

Its soupy slush

gives way to a gush of hope.

I smell mud

and imagine the buds

still sleeping, but dreaming of pink.

My Etsy shop is open!

Well, I finally did it.  I took pictures of the hats and scarves I have made to sell, and I up loaded them, and got my Etsy store open.

My shop name is Jens Knits and Picks.

It feels good to finally accomplish this goal.  I have more to list there in time to come, but 10 items is a great, good start.

Being a fiber artist with knit and crochet is important to me just as writing is important to me.  I have no idea which I am more of — writer or knitter.  I am both for sure, but if I had to distill myself to one word it would simple be


Anyhow,  I will try and post a link to my Etsy store.

Create on.  Heal on.  And thanks for anyone who really reads these posts.