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the Periodic Writer

I stole all of the words, but the thoughts are original.

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weirdo, chemist, poet, dog mom, runner, baker, coffee-r, etc.

Life in Waiting

Friday nights were set aside for movie popcorn and shows, now what we watch is cookie-cut and Netflix only knows. We may not get to rock that country concert tee, let's instead swap pics of our newfound favorite trees. And... Continue Reading →

Until Death

Your sigh begets my feigned smile, no notice drawn to the look far beyond our collective current during an enduring unforeseen we’d no time to convene on whether we could weather this storm together or warm to the choice to... Continue Reading →

Rules be Darned.

  Why not fix a drink before noon, the Reverend won't judge 'til June. Tithes are still getting paid, while my dog has his day. So I confess, I've been drinking for two.  

Twenty.

A happy birthday to the nation, don't rush the loaded verses. Your lungs won't mind if you lag behind, and neither will the nurses.

Essential

Hallway smirks to a cup of caff, everyday the same. A billion germs along this lane and you'll be charged with half.

Dogs, Looking Up

I am so happy to share that my poem, ‘Dogs, Looking Up’ has been accepted by The Drabble. I hope to share more work with the creative writing community as the year continues!

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By Kendall Jaderberg

I noticed my dog look up.
why was this act so unnatural?
There wasn’t a squirrel in the trees.
Why had he been so intrigued?

He plays from a box of actions,
motivations of which not earth shattering.
But a glimpse to the sky, leaves me questioning-
Why? This says too much about me.

I envied his joyous observation,
the self-made scientist in this family.
Where he spotted this opportunity,
I failed my curiosity.

This set in motion unexpected passion,
not knowing where my notes would lead.
I tested and believed I’d emptied,
a theory disproved by this story’s ending.

           
Kendall Jaderberg is an Analytical Chemist for a flavor company, where donuts abound. She enjoys bitter Chicago winters with her corgi mix and crafting poetry in her head while running on the treadmill. She has only tripped once and blames the donuts, not the poems.

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Ultimate Mood Ring – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I witness reflections of life off oceans I often fly by. Zone out at the greatest depths, though marvel most creatures calcified. Pumpkin patches now serve snow cones which help me forget warming woes. But plants adrift across the sea... Continue Reading →

Awkward Moments

I stood awkwardly in the janitor's closet of my therapist's office for a few minutes before working up the nerve to leave.  I was worried that the foundation of positive thinking stitched together in the last 55 minutes could be tangled,... Continue Reading →

Like That – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I bled on the snow for six blocks until I embraced the unnatural chill at my ungloved tip, followed by a pulse I imagine in moments like this. To think it must be sealing just as quickly as the sound in my mind. It's not, so I... Continue Reading →

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