Ingrid Jennings Blog
I Feel Like Writing
November 15, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
When you feel like writing and have absolutely no idea what to write about. What comes out, the stars, the sky, the evils buried deep within but what if you don’t want to talk about buried pain and built up stress, what if you want to be happy and write happy fairy tales for the… [Continue Reading]
Flash Fiction | Poetry titled: Who am I?
November 10, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Who am I? Once upon a time in the sky, I floated on a cloud to my sweet love, I tried to tell him my deepest thoughts, revealing my entire being and he lay and stare, maybe into space or some distant memory whispers sweetness in his ears but my words float in the air waiting… [Continue Reading]
Poetry by Marilyn Orr Cruz Author of Bridgewater State, Mackey, and Cops
September 14, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Ode To A Suicidal Friend… You dwell too much with death my friend, There is no mystery. * So rapt you are by the unknown, You spin your fantasy. Deep intrigue, And rituals, Mahogany So neat, Marble Angels… Profound words, Etched around their feet.. Oh! How we tend to glamorize death… Remember Camille…… [Continue Reading]
Kirkus Book Review for Lily Faye and the Mighty Oak
September 11, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Reproduction Taken From: Kirkus Reviews LILY FAYE AND THE MIGHTY OAK BY INGRID JENNINGS ; ILLUSTRATED BY ESTELA RAILEANU ‧ RELEASE DATE: DEC. 17, 2020 A frog learns a little about science in Jennings’ picture book. Lily Faye just wants to bask in the sun, but there’s a problem: An old oak tree is casting a long shadow across her… [Continue Reading]
Summer’s Nightmare is available on Amazon’s Kindle Vella
September 10, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Paperback comes out 2023
Thoughts
September 10, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Thoughts Sitting in a deserted corner of a small village in the cervices of my mind. Lint balls, moth balls, powdery smells of old ladies perfume. This is a new place, a sad place, a place I didn’t know existed and I have been a lot of places. On the brink of suicide, extreme happiness,… [Continue Reading]
Midnight’s Cruelty
September 9, 2022 By Ingrid Jennings Leave a Comment
Midnight’s Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air If only sleep could pierce my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So here I sit and ponder away Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist. The cruelness of night, laughing in the dark, making fun of it’s victims nightmares. Demons… [Continue Reading]