Attention – Personal Essay

Attention is the gas in our cars, the blood in our bones. Our survival depends on it as much as we do on air. We scream it from the rooftops. We seek it, relish it, avoid it, curse it, crave it. All in the same day, sometimes in the same hour.

Be Your Own Powerhouse

jennifer poyntz be your own powerhouse

Just last night I experienced such a pang of nostalgia for a certain time in my life that it felt as though my heart physically ached. Have you ever experienced that? Have you ever experienced the briefest of moments when you lose touch with who you are now and tether yourself to an old version… Continue reading Be Your Own Powerhouse

The Concept of Adulthood

To me, the concept of something has always been easier to accept than the thing itself. For example, when I six, the concept of going down the water slide was much easier than actually forcing myself off of the ledge with one small push. I understood the theory of the action, but it didn't translate… Continue reading The Concept of Adulthood

Creative Writing in Tanzania

Hello there, My name is Jennifer O'Connor, and as you likely know, this is my blog. I am so grateful for you, for clicking onto this page. In short, I am a twenty-two year old Irish student and this summer, I am travelling abroad to Tanzania to teaching story-telling and creative writing in the Olive… Continue reading Creative Writing in Tanzania

Unpublished Whispers #2 – Distance Between Us 

(This is the beginning of my new series, Unpublished Whispers, which  I'm going to start where I publish the snippets of books I've started and never finished, and likely never will. They will all be short and sweet, for the aim of expressing the main themes I adore writing I hope you enjoy!) The Distance… Continue reading Unpublished Whispers #2 – Distance Between Us 

The Fear of Forgetting

Blog Post May 2017 - Redefining Memory (Apologies for the prolonged absence, I was so busy with college exams! But now, life hereafter begins.) Hello everyone,   I have always been obsessed with memory, though ‘obsessed’ does not feel like the right word. Truly, my preoccupation with memory is ingrained in how I live. I… Continue reading The Fear of Forgetting

Cutting the Bullshit 

I am not sure if everyone in the world feels emotions as I do. Or experiences anything the way I do. How can we be sure that one person's experience of a rainbow or the flickering light of a candle is really the same? I cannot speak for anyone other than myself. Yet as a… Continue reading Cutting the Bullshit 

An Unstoppable, Unchangeable New Year 

​Hello everyone, Jen here, as always - bringing you my most erratic thoughts, which you never asked for. Time to dive right in: Several events sparked my thoughts for this blog post, which may seem rather disjointed when written down. The picture I see in my head when my words are sewn together is never… Continue reading An Unstoppable, Unchangeable New Year