Hi! I’m Jupiter Grant (she/her).
As you may have guessed, Jupiter Grant is my nom de plume; writing anonymously enables me to be more honest and less inhibited in my work. I’m a purveyor of erotica, fiction, poetry, pop culture, and whatever else takes my fancy on any given day…
gasping for air —
The quagmire of travail
drags me down and smothers me.
Working hard but to no avail,
I feel as though I am drowning deep,
Trapped in a bog from which there’s no release.
And yet there are actually good things…
A writer/ narrator called Grant
would love to be writing, but can’t.
She is plying her trade
getting audios made,
thus her time on this platform’s been scant!
(She’s looking forward to coming back, though!)
Hello, everyone. I just wanted to explain my recent absence from Medium, and to thank…
Tears of salty shame,
the signs of pain emerging
from leaking tear ducts.
Little floodgates opening
as the levee starts breaking
With thanks to Sahil Patel for creating this poetry prompt challenge:
Day 19’s prompt is to “write a poem about an incident that forced you to cry no matter…
the labels you put on me,
are your truths not mine
for I’m my own to define,
and I don’t need your labels.
Who I am is me.
Give me the freedom to exist,
not words to oppress,
and simply let me be me,
undefined and amorphous.
A time of challenge
remembrance of dark moments
and what got me through
Lost in tangled wool
no time to think of sadness
try to refocus
Comfort is at hand
at the end of crochet hooks
look what you achieved
Strolling on a beach
without a care in the world
holding hands, relaxed
Being Known’s Monthly Writing Prompt is Dare to Imagine! This July, Galit Birk asks, “what might you imagine for yourself and your life if all the obstacles were handled?”
I have written before about my love of…
Withhis petty and spiteful actions against an award-winning director and an already wounded film industry, John Barrowman has exposed himself all over again
Ahhh, Twitter. What would we do without it? The shouty, ranty echo-chamber that makes our blood boil in fury, then placates us with poetic platitudes and pictures of playful puppies. I love it!
What’s also great is that Twitter can really weed out the highly unpleasant members of our society…