Does Love exist by M. Jai Jenkins

Love (does it exist) ?

It reeks of a mythological emotion or passion, given life by the lonely and over fed from our insecurities and desires to belong. In addition to the fact; that we (humans) need to have an explanation for everything. If love is blind and so unconditional then why is it so selective? Love appears to have stipulations and is contingent upon select criteria’s, conditions or securities.

Pamela: my mother by M. Jai Jenkins

Pamela/My Mom

Through elementary, junior high and high school; she never attended any function I had, to support me. No award ceremonies for grades, sports or my actual high school graduation. She never accepted the tickets I left her, nor did she ever say congratulations. Ironically, she attended graduations for my siblings, my brother’s before and my sister’s after mine. I realized, when came home with my cap and gown on, diploma in hand and she never acknowledged me: that I had no mother.

perfectionally by M. Jai Jenkins


No matter who says or does what, it only becomes true when you believe it,
Perfection does exist, but only in the minds of those who conceive it.

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What an accident on I-74 taught me about Love

It had appeared that someone recently passed and the family came here to celebrate with their deceased love one. My initial thought was that whoever it was designed for, was well loved while they were here and then, I felt sad thinking about the tears someone shed, while decorating it. I saw it every timed I passed for about a month and a half before something interesting happened.

dement by m. jai jenkins


“Ahhhhhhh!” Her blood curdling screech woke the entire household and maybe the local wildlife too. The middle-aged man head sunk into his chest, as his eyes closed. He didn’t want to turn and see everything she saw. Plus, the only person he’s ever seen in the house with cherry red painted toenails, was a barely legal, young lady named Marianne. Marianne was the eldest daughter of his maid.

the stranger who handed me the briefcase by M. Jai Jenkins

The Stranger who handed me the Briefcase.

“I can tell it’s your first time”, she said confidently, as she grabbed my arm and lead me back to the barn. When we entered, I noticed bodies everywhere; scattered throughout this dimly lit structure. Upon closer examination, I noticed almost everyone was naked. Some were engaging in intercourse, some dancing, others smoking joints and talking and drinking. Feeling her tug at my jacket, I then realized; I had stumbled upon a swinger’s orgy.

The writer and the fly by M. Jai Jenkins

The Writer and the Fly

A writer, busy at his desk, was interrupted by a fly, he tried to ignore it but it kept buzzing by.
“shoo”, he waved his hand… it laughed and rose up high, before he could continue writing, it buzzed back by.