Shadow People

“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline Cioffa “Shadow People” by Jackie Cioffa featured on Bleeding Ink via Feminine Collective http://www.femininecollective.com/shadow-people/

Take a Picture, or Not

Take a Picture, or Not By Jacqueline Cioffa This face. This face has been scrunched and smothered by new new talc scented infant kisses This face has been covered in mud, dirt, blood, open-wounded, stitched, patched and put back together This face has been brave, kind and stubborn pout five-year-old defiant This face has been bullied and attacked by mean girl high school drama and self-important syndrome This face has

To Sleep, but Not to Slumber ~ A Christmas Wish for the Brokenhearted

Someone asked me the other day when exactly did I begin to hate Christmas? I couldn’t quite place the precise date when the cheery, bubbly, naive child stopped believing in the magic Five, seven, ten? Who’s to say? It happened all at once, the snow globe blown out of proportion and super-sized colored lightbulbs scorch and burn I try but the sadness, maudlin and sorrow I am born Lives in these

THE BOOK: RAW & UNFILTERED Vol 1 by Feminine Collective

To find like-minded women, (and men) who encourage, support and uplift by sharing the most difficult conversations with no judgement or shame is a rarity and a gift. Writing my column “Bleeding Ink” with Feminine Collective, and being applauded for telling my deepest, dark and not always pretty truths has been an honor and privilege.  Feminine Collective, and founders, Julie Anderson and Marla Carlton are making magic and changing the literary landscape

Frostbite Nation

Frostbite Nation by Jacqueline Cioffa There are few things I know. I have never seen or imagined some better, happier version of me from the future. No matter how hard I squeeze my eyes tight, I’m blindsided. I can’t map it out. I visualize serenity, the modern beach home, transparent, quiet and clean. Made of clear glass to see the silly sun rise in the mornings, and mourning moon smiling back at