Poem #1

back in those days when all things mentionable were fables to come and to go. i could be some mans hero and we’d journey to and fro. he’d look like-a this way and have a big shout, grooving down broadway – yah that’s what it’d all be about. but now i sit here in my living room thinking bout how i got to here and now. i listen to my music of stories feeling woe. some woman kissing misters feeling sprinkles in her toes. did i ever think i’d still be flying solo. still got my paints and that airy feeling in my chest. cause i’m a gypsy dancer rocking to the best. my poet still travels through the hills that lie ahead, and i got my acting passion that’s still pounding in my head. i am an artist you see but there are those nights where i long for someone to come join me. i’ll go stare at the naked moon and those long empty streets. it’s time to go to bed now; sweet. neat.

written by

jessica hinkson


“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.”

-Elie Wiesel

the principle that, in the absence of any reason to expect one event rather than another, all the possible events should be assigned the same probability.

Tomorrow Will Be Kinder

Black clouds are behind me. I now can see ahead. Often I wonder why, I try hoping for an end. Sorrow weighs my shoulders down, and trouble haunts my mind. But I know the present will not last, and tomorrow will be kinder; Tomorrow will be kinder. It’s true, I’ve seen it before. A brighter day is coming my way, yes, tomorrow will be kinder.

Today I’ve cried a many tear, and pain is in my heart. Around me lies a somber scene, I don’t know where to start, but I feel warmth on my skin. The stars have all aligned. The wind has blown but now I know, that tomorrow will be kinder. Tomorrow will be kinder. I know I’ve seen it before. A brighter day is coming my way. Yes, tomorrow will be kinder. A brighter day is coming my way. Yes, tomorrow will be kinder.


Inspiring Words From Mother Teresa

People are often unreasonable and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.
If you are honest, people may cheat you. Be honest anyway.
If you find happiness, people may be jealous. Be happy anyway.
The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. Give your best anyway.
For you see, in the end, it is between you and God. It was never between you and them anyway.”
Mother Teresa
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”
Mother Teresa
Whatever your religion may be, whatever gets you through your day, we all have a right to our own beliefs. I believe that we are all energy, always moving; always changing. How we behave does have have a cause and affect with everyone we meet, most importantly ourselves. Too often we get lost in other people’s ideas of who we are, or who we should be. Whether it is the noise inside your head that tells you things or active judgement coming towards you. Step outside of that bubble, create your own. What makes you feel safe, keeps you moving forward is key. Believe in yourself enough to trust that you do know what is best for you because as it says right here, it was always between you and the universe anyways, it’s just easier to include other people. Your life is yours, embrace it.
xxoo Jessica Hinkson


When I was in grade school I really wanted to be on the cheerleading team. I also wished that I had blonde hair along with a perfect tan. Instead I was a brunette, with a pinkish tan, highlights from being in the pool too much, and a bad perm. Everyone was welcome to audition for the cheerleading team so I signed up. I immediately began to visualize myself in the velvet blue mini skirt and banana yellow t-shirt as I shouted out the perfect cheer for my school! Just like the movies I had seen, I would become one of the most popular cheerleaders who everyone wanted to be friends with, not to mention capturing the hunk of the school, who, was yes in the grade above me.

I went to the cheerleading tryouts’. I had personally taken the time to choreograph a special routine. By the time I had finished my piece there was only silence in the gym. I could tell by the look on their faces that my movie dream was over. After what seemed like an overly dramatic pause, one of the coaches brought her self to say with a smile, ‘thank you for that…Jessica.’

As I made my way out of the gym, I saw a sign up sheet on the bulletin board for the skipping team. I thought it seemed like fun and I put my name down. The meeting for the skipping team was two days later, and because I showed up, I was automatically on the team. We immediately began practicing. Shortly there after we received our uniforms, invitations to perform at basketball/volleyball tournaments, and we even toured around to different schools with full routines timed out to a mixed tape that our coach had put together.

At some point in the year I did actually get asked to come and stand in for one of the cheerleaders at a basketball game. I was so bored, my skirt was too tight, I didn’t want to be there, and I wondered how/why the movies had made this look like so much fun. What I thought I wanted was in fact not what I wanted at all. I realized that through all of the films I watched as a kid, the characters I identified with were the ones who were the misfits who strummed along to their own beat.

The reason so many of us love those films is because those actors brought their authentic selves to their individual roles. They were vulnerable, messy, graceful, klutzy, strong, funny, and regardless of how they were, we loved them for it. Because they show their truth, we stand by ours, and we feel like we belong.

The stories that we need to tell are own stories. No other person can share our stories like we can. Our knowledge, life experience, who I am and who you are, is what makes our work authentic.  There is no one other than me or you and what we have to bring to the table is, yes, that important. It is what makes our storytelling different from anyone elses. Don’t wait. Make the jump. Give yourself the invitation. That is the most important one.


Jessica Hinkson