Links, Updates, and Selected Works of Jenne Kaivo

I always want to hang on to my work until it's exactly perfect, just Emily Dickinson it away in a drawer somewhere, but I also want it to be seen. This means I have to edit it and release it into the wind. I've done that pretty well in the last month with my poetry, but when it comes to my short stories, I can barely stand to read them over once. I just write what I like to read. I'm very selective about poetry, and carefully examine the structure, the flow, and the images that just stick in your mind and never leave before I decide I enjoy something. When it comes to prose fiction, I just really love little silly horror stories. Brief little flashes of spoopy trash are where it's at. I'm just accepting that now, and throwing my trash into the wind. This little whiff of a story  was submitted to bogleech.com's annual Creepypasta Cookoff in 2014. This year, I've submitted like 6 things.  The previous archives are a lot of fun if you like small ter...

Gravity pulled in its typical way at your foot that ought not have been bare. The mountain-goat stones do not hold to their own, As slick things quite like to let go. The pool down beneath is your world. Shall you slither inside? If slowed To a slide, most graceful would be Your descent to the water like cream. Like a sweet cappuccino with full-fatted milk Like this morning went cold As you stared at the screen Which is dimming and has been for days. Everything’s silt-water hue but you cannot Pay rent, let alone pay what's due- And only half done with that twenty-page paper. Philosophy major. Likes dancing ’till sunrise Come up from Virginia just six months ago. In childhood chose to go barefoot for always, Your parents protested but yet the kick lasted ‘til Sophomore summer, your grades giving honor, The Yukon allowed you inside for a several-week course Free of charge to the family And one morning, early, the permafrost lawn Held your tender flesh fast...

Certain individuals refer to me by the nomenclature "the space cowboy" and others prefer to adopt the appellation "the gangster of love". In addition, there are those persons who dub me "Maurice" due to my tendency to soliloquize regarding the pompitous of love. I am a recent subject of much conjectural conversation, baby which implies that I have been committing misdeeds against your person, committing misdeeds against your person. Do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this, baby do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this For I am in this location, in this location, in this location where we mutually dwell. This is due to the fact that I am a selective individual, one who bares my teeth in displays of pleasure. I am prone to passionate affairs of the heart, and am one who engages in endeavors frowned upon by the religious orthodoxy. I perform my rhythmic auditory displays in the light radiating from the star at the core ...

       After letting my work build up for years, barely ever submitting anything for publication, I have quite the body of work now. I've been working at it furiously for about a week, and currently have no less than 59 pieces out in the world awaiting review, without a single simultaneous submission. I've already gotten two acceptances, but I won't say anything further about those until they're in print, because of the chickens and how I won't count them.       It'll be up to six months before I've heard back on everything. Nothing to do now but wait (and refresh my gmail obsessively).

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After making a random Star Trek episode post on a whim several years ago, I forgot I made this blog. It'll be my blog for Literary Endeavors now. I'll post publication announcements, poems that will not be submitted to journals for one reason or another, and such like that.  I am a writer who went Full Recluse for the last six years or so. Now I'm entering a new stage in my life, and throwing my stories and poetry out into the world to see if anything sticks to the wall. My most notable publication credits so far include  The Lovecraft Ezine , which paid me for a story/poem that had previously made it to the front page of creepypasta,com (which has since been taken over by the creepypasta wikia, but used to actually review works for merit before giving them archive status), and SubtleTea , which printed two poems that I wrote back in high school.  I have a few other minor works that I let loose into the wilds of the internet as creepypasta. I was surprised ...