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Jenna Devany Waters

Writer. Mother. Activist. Wanderer.
Master list-maker; minor revolutionary.
She/Her.

Piles of Books

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Recent Essays

Mother Tiger reclining and staring at the camera, with her cub on her back

"The Wisdom of No Escape"

Under the Sun

"Outside your window, sirens crest and fall. Later you will speak of waves and surges, overflows and inundations. You will give the virus the language of water while the oceans rise around you, lapping at your calves. Time will add context. But this is before."

Seagull with its beak held wide open against a blue background

"A Passed-Down Story"

The Citron Review

"This is just a story of a story, a version of the version my mother told to me. Later I learned the term disassociation. Then: I was a deer, a fish, a burrowing owl. I had so many tricks of transformation."

jellyfish floating in black water with tentacles streaming

"Testimony from the Church of First Kisses"

JMWW

"What I remember most are not her words but the heat of them, the way her voice would drop and grow huskier, the way she would slow down her speech so each word sat poised like an entire world on her lips."

loose tea buds next to metal strainer

"Navigating Loss, with Tea and Empathy"

MUTHA Magazine

"My eyes track the changed landscape as I follow my daughter to the kitchen, surveying the rooms as if assessing damages after a storm. One table lamp down in the living room; three furniture dollies gone from the hall; the espresso machine and milk frother unmoored, carried off on the retreating waters of my failed marriage."

evergreen branch with frost

"Winter Solstice: Teaching My Kids To Greet The Darkness And Invite In The Light"

Your Tango

"As the last streaks of a light dip below the windowpane, we take turns cutting squares from the flattened dough, twirling them between our palms into a hundred miniature globes. Each ball is wrapped around a single wish, spoken aloud in turn, then dipped in butter, sugar, and cinnamon, before it is at last tossed into the pan."

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Jenna Devany Waters is a queer writer, teacher, and single mother extraordinaire. After 12 years of deadlifting strollers down subway staircases in Manhattan, she has recently relocated to a 120-year-old farmhouse in Vermont’s Green Mountain National Forest, where her nearest neighbors are cows, cornfields, and coyotes. Jenna's work is forthcoming in Orion and Alaska Quarterly Review, and has recently appeared in Under the Sun, The Citron Review, JMWW and MUTHA Magazine. She is occasionally funny on Twitter.

Contact

devanywaters@gmail.com

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