June 2, 2023
Generations
2019 Look at me, lying on my bed, without words. My mother is standing above…
November 19, 2022
In Sweden
Chilling out in Sweden with my (almost-formally) step-kids, watching them each play video games -…
September 15, 2022
Father
jess ingrassellino, fall 2019 My father isn’t religious but his parents are catholic, so he…
September 14, 2022
Stories We Tell Ourselves
jess ingrassellino, October 2020 content warning: attempted suicide, depression, inpatient hospitalization … and there’s this…
September 14, 2022
The Aisle
jess ingrassellino, summer 2019 (for my mother) Tomorrow, she will graduate from high school. But…
September 14, 2022
Night at Beachy Head
jess ingrassellino, summer 2019 They hadn’t asked to be there, those sharp stones at the…
September 14, 2022
The Call
jess ingrassellino, july 2019 Brushed off again. She’ll always be his second best, silver medal.…
September 14, 2022
Two Poems: Sketches of St. Petersburg
jess ingrassellino, june 2019 I read Spouts (1921), an earlier poem by William Carlos Williams.…
February 19, 2022
The 2 Octave Schradieck Project
Starting in January, I was accepted to participate in Nathan Cole's Virtuoso Master Course (VMC).…
May 8, 2021
The Past Comes Back
Well. Through a series of unexpected events, a whole chunk of my past came back…