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My thighs in July
July 6th, 2024 I see my phone screen. I see my bare legs with the new art of mother Mary mirrored against herself. Facing outward. Almost running away but her crown of swords have already begun to cross into each other. They have stabbed no one but the swords themselves. The swords make a louder…
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You should read my love letters
The truth of it all, is that I love love. I love romance. I love new loves, old loves, shitty loves and great loves. I love writing love letters and traveling around the world for love. I’ve had loves all my life and I haven’t even been alive that long. I can lock eyes with…
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Decaying Secrets
“Everyone share a secret,” I command my group of friends all seated around my dining table. It is a Thursday night and I’m starved to consume anyone else’s faults beyond my own. This is regularly scheduled programming that I put on during our meet ups. Not regular enough that anyone is comfortable volunteering, so I…
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Hey. Do you love me?
The truth is, you had a bubbling sense of joy when you reached out to Travis. Like a giddy 18 year old again. And then got immediately smacked into reality of what the hell are you doing, reaching out to someone you haven’t spoken to in almost a decade. He asks “how’s life” to your…
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Longings & Belongings.
My phone buzzes for the first time today, it is 3:57pm. The screeching robotic alarm accessorized with the dazzling yellow triangle commandeers my screen. The notification reads “ This is an emergency message from the Los Angeles County Fire Department. An EVACUATION WARNING has been issued in your area….” It would take another 24 minutes…
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Mourning in Meta-Land
After a long, party filled decade of being swaggirljesse on Instagram, it seems as though divine intervention has taken place and I have been reborn as sacredgirljesse. It’s funny to be grieving an Instagram handle. So tragically 2025 of me. But for 10 years I was this person. This kitschy, scattered girl with equal parts…
Welcome readers…
it’s hard to be an it girl, when no one realizes you’re it, girl.
JESSE RAE KEENER 