Badassery Magazine featured me on their cover in April of 2017 and was brave enough to publish my poem Pussy Has Nine Lives. 



The photo is of you and me,
bundled against the elements, saltwater
spraying us as we bounce across the harbor
on a ferry smaller than we had expected.

We smile at the camera you are holding out
in front of us, your other hand
around my shoulder,
steadying me.

Behind us, slightly
out of focus, is the
New York skyline
the way it used to be.

Twin Towers
side by side
we thought then.

We didn’t know
I would soon leave you,
my unhappiness hidden
like a bruise slowly spreading
under the skin of my heart.

We didn’t know
as much about
ourselves or the world
as we thought we did
when we began this journey.

~ jessica johnson


The quails I disrupt
on their morning walk
scatter in flight, 
their wings purring around me.

The ice floe of clouds
slowly shifts
to allow
a glimpse of the sea.

The 100 bees
I hear
buzzing in the tree
land, but do not sting. 

The daffodils turn
their bonnet heads
to watch me
as I write.

The wind, 
so strong a few days ago, 
now sweetly blows
the hair from my eyes. 

My shadow lengthens
as I grow
tall enough to touch
the rising moon.

The red bench
stays warm,
welcomes me with
my lover’s arms. 

~jessica johnson 

Note to the Gardener

To make my garden grow
you must begin
by sprinkling
kind words
with abandon.

Tend me carefully
as you would a patch of
once neglected earth.

Be patient. 

Watch closely. 

Don’t hope. 

In time
perhaps when you least expect it
out of this rubble
of harsh words
cold shoulders

you will begin to see
the tiniest of purple flowers
ready to bloom again
amid a blanket
of bright green grass.

This poem was originally published in the 2010 Porter Gulch Review under my (then) married name of Jessica Woods.