Jen Persici
@jenpersici.bsky.social
fine art photographer + poet heart.
📍coast salish seas, PNW
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📍coast salish seas, PNW
come closer;
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Jen Persici
@jenpersici.bsky.social
· Nov 21
hello, i am jen persici 🖤 an Indigenous farmer who grows flowers from seed and incorporates the blooms in my art + writing.
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. #poetry
February 19, 2025 at 9:45 PM
there's a mess and fuss to me. i am trailing padfoot, forest, bramble spine— something that leaves your hands cut and cold in time. try as i might to be anything else, i am cedar ash and the translucent veins of a leaf left out in the rain— untouched for so long that she's lovely again. #poetry
January 23, 2025 at 7:58 PM
I laugh like I'm laid back— but I can lean forward real quick— quick to say "what did you say— say that again for me— what did you mean by it"
January 23, 2025 at 1:39 AM
I laugh like I'm laid back— but I can lean forward real quick— quick to say "what did you say— say that again for me— what did you mean by it"
I found a tiny emerald insect that looks like a leaflet. It survives on sunlight and blackberry brambles and little dew drops. Maybe this will be me in my next life, if i repent enough. Maybe i don't need love, thorn is enough.
January 21, 2025 at 9:57 PM
I found a tiny emerald insect that looks like a leaflet. It survives on sunlight and blackberry brambles and little dew drops. Maybe this will be me in my next life, if i repent enough. Maybe i don't need love, thorn is enough.
January 21, 2025 at 9:45 PM
January 21, 2025 at 6:04 PM
Fun fact: after a prison break led by crows that were trained by inmates to bring them knives, crows became illegal in the US to keep as pets
stop buying bullshit you don’t need. shop at the thrift store if necessary. take up a cheap hobby. like learning how to befriend crows or how to build a bunker
January 21, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Fun fact: after a prison break led by crows that were trained by inmates to bring them knives, crows became illegal in the US to keep as pets
Reposted by Jen Persici
@jenpersici.bsky.social wrote a book, you should buy it
January 9, 2025 at 11:14 PM
@jenpersici.bsky.social wrote a book, you should buy it
Grow poppy petal wings and fly away with the fairies. Come back with their secrets to share and stare at your dialating pupils
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December 3, 2024 at 1:24 AM
Grow poppy petal wings and fly away with the fairies. Come back with their secrets to share and stare at your dialating pupils
🦋
🦋
Flowing linen and silks and grass skinned knees and spinning in the light coming through the window, you crack it open because, "good music needs air" and i stare openly as the golden sun hits your hair. you feel like a cup of tea with a smooch of whiskey and running through a field of red peonies.
November 22, 2024 at 4:41 PM
Flowing linen and silks and grass skinned knees and spinning in the light coming through the window, you crack it open because, "good music needs air" and i stare openly as the golden sun hits your hair. you feel like a cup of tea with a smooch of whiskey and running through a field of red peonies.
Reposted by Jen Persici
If I could I’d dress myself in clouds
I think I look softest in white
In the golden light I glow,
you’d never believe my soul is night
Parts of myself I hide
They don’t look so beautiful in the light
I think I look softest in white
In the golden light I glow,
you’d never believe my soul is night
Parts of myself I hide
They don’t look so beautiful in the light
November 22, 2024 at 3:37 PM
If I could I’d dress myself in clouds
I think I look softest in white
In the golden light I glow,
you’d never believe my soul is night
Parts of myself I hide
They don’t look so beautiful in the light
I think I look softest in white
In the golden light I glow,
you’d never believe my soul is night
Parts of myself I hide
They don’t look so beautiful in the light
aura so strong that you could keep me in a padlocked room and what is meant for me will still find me
November 21, 2024 at 10:01 PM
aura so strong that you could keep me in a padlocked room and what is meant for me will still find me
hello, i am jen persici 🖤 an Indigenous farmer who grows flowers from seed and incorporates the blooms in my art + writing.
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
November 21, 2024 at 5:52 PM
hello, i am jen persici 🖤 an Indigenous farmer who grows flowers from seed and incorporates the blooms in my art + writing.
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
retweets appreciated— i own the copyright to all my writing and photography, do not use any of my work without explicit permission 🙏🏾
Mah'si choo (thank you)
a poem from my book, hoping for a January 2025 release 🙏🏾
November 21, 2024 at 5:47 PM
a poem from my book, hoping for a January 2025 release 🙏🏾
hold me like something holy
November 21, 2024 at 5:36 PM
hold me like something holy
if you're not obsessed with me then what are we doing here?
November 21, 2024 at 3:58 PM
if you're not obsessed with me then what are we doing here?
trying to find a way to say i want you to crawl into my chest and live there
November 21, 2024 at 2:48 AM
trying to find a way to say i want you to crawl into my chest and live there
Three word poem:
he's not you
he's not you
November 20, 2024 at 11:44 PM
Three word poem:
he's not you
he's not you
Botticelli would have wept
November 20, 2024 at 8:35 PM
Botticelli would have wept
"theres a sigh for restless
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"
three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"
three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."
November 20, 2024 at 7:30 PM
"theres a sigh for restless
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"
three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."
a sigh for longing
a sigh for "you're still not home"
three sighs that leave me empty—
i'm full of you
even when you're gone."
does she keep my name between tongue and teeth or is it something heavy she carries tucked under big white wings. it feels like summer heat should be wrapped around me but it's shades of gray, the feathers are sodden— wet. this is where black and white intersect.
November 20, 2024 at 7:28 PM
does she keep my name between tongue and teeth or is it something heavy she carries tucked under big white wings. it feels like summer heat should be wrapped around me but it's shades of gray, the feathers are sodden— wet. this is where black and white intersect.
There's "i'd give you up to save the world" hero energy and then there is the superior "i would burn the entire world to ash just to keep you warm" morally gray energy
January 10, 2024 at 9:38 PM
There's "i'd give you up to save the world" hero energy and then there is the superior "i would burn the entire world to ash just to keep you warm" morally gray energy
if he doesn't give off "if i couldn't walk to you, i'd crawl" energy, then i don't want him
January 10, 2024 at 8:38 PM
if he doesn't give off "if i couldn't walk to you, i'd crawl" energy, then i don't want him
i hope you hold laughter on a leash and sunshine cowers to your call, i hope even then you still feel fucking small. i'm not "no contact" i'm full contact, love, the gloves are off. i hope you get everything you've ever wanted and it's still not enough.
January 9, 2024 at 6:33 PM
i hope you hold laughter on a leash and sunshine cowers to your call, i hope even then you still feel fucking small. i'm not "no contact" i'm full contact, love, the gloves are off. i hope you get everything you've ever wanted and it's still not enough.