Minnesota Poets and Authors
By: Jennifer A. Emerson
About Myself
Jennifer Emerson loves poetry and plans to write a poetry chapbook in the near future. She lives in St. Cloud, Minnesota with her lovable Pit Bull Dominic, who is four years old. She likes to be outside tanning and swimming in the summer but tends to stay inside where it’s warm in the winter. Jennifer, also, loves bonfires. She loves experimenting with cooking, especially baked goods. She does yoga regularly, as well. Dominic and her spend lots of time on walks and going to the park.
Jennifer went to St. Cloud Technical and Community college and graduated with an Associates in Liberal Arts degree in 2011. She is back in school now at St. Cloud State University, where she in working on a General Studies English Bachelor’s degree. She enjoys reading the Upper Mississippi Harvest when it comes out every year.
Jennifer has always loved English. She started reading when she was four and never stopped. James Patterson is her favorite author. She has read many of his books. When Jennifer isn’t reading she is writing. She loves writing poetry, especially Pantoums. Jennifer started writing poetry when she was ten years old. She continues to revise her poetry and has reworked many of the pieces she wrote as a child.
A Photo of Me 
A Photo of Dominic
Poetry Pieces by Me
Southern Comfort Whiskey
Southern Comfort tastes toasty like apple cider in late fall.
The air is crisp, so crisp it feels like frostbite whenever I dare to go out after dusk. I drink before I disappear. The pages smell new, like the pages of any book just purchased from the bookstore. I drink before I decompress. The deadbolt thuds, the deafening sound shatters the silence that is my apartment. I drink before I decide on dinner. My dinner appetizes me, like fettuccini with alfredo sauce from an exclusive supplier. I drink as I dine.
Southern Comfort tastes toasty like apple cider in late fall.
The Isolation and Turmoil I Experience for Eternity
My dinner will not be something that I can stomach
My dinner will not be something that I enjoy
Red meat, starchy potatoes, green broccoli
Will not be the dinner that I deserve
My dinner will not be something that does not cause an ache
Family time, conversations, peace
Will not be something that I can ever get back
My dinner will be disgusting
My dinner will cause me angst
Alfredo sauce from an exclusive supplier
Will be the dinner sauce I would have chosen
My dinner will be distressing to me
Isolation, silence, turmoil
Will be something that is my experience for eternity
Her Eyes Are Blue
I like his eyes
They are blue and striking
They are like mine and like his
They are holding on to me
Blue and striking they gaze
Gazes alike mine and his
Holding each other’s attention passionately
Empathetic and all-knowing of one another
Our gazes and glances alike, mine and his
Each other’s passion passed between us
Not knowing, but empathetic understanding
Of certain future occasions diminishing our harmony
Between us everything is worthwhile
Understand our strength as a pairing
Future occasions did enlighten our selves
Surprising us with the gift we have desired
Our pairing was brought to its knees
Enlightened and weeping
We greeted our gift with everything we were
We were astonished
Our passion, empathy, and knowledge
Contributed to her creation
I like his eyes
They are blue and striking
Hers are too
She completes us