Jennifer Greenholt is a long-time resident of North Carolina, having grown up surrounded by the vineyards of the Yadkin Valley. She escaped briefly to Virginia, where she earned a BA in English from Bridgewater College before returning to her roots to complete a Master’s Degree at Wake Forest University. While studying Shakespearean literature, she used her wino talents to become a true master of verbal facade as a tasting room associate at RayLen Vineyards & Winery. Being snarky entertains her friends, but it does not put food on the table, so, to eat, she is currently employed full time as a writer and communications coordinator for Classical Conversations MultiMedia. She remains a resident storyteller at RayLen Vineyard, where she gathers material for both poetry and her blog.
Frozen
By Jennifer Greenholt
I’m music playing
kettle sizzling
refrigerator humming
frozen air conditioning
buzzing under the window
huddled should turn
off the water
in a corner
beside the stove
smells like
jazz music burned
something sung
by Norah Jones
but I shiver in
cold can’t move
holiday decorations
should be because
carpet’s dirty for khaki
pants I’m knob taken
down in my back
frozen.
kettle sizzling
refrigerator humming
frozen air conditioning
buzzing under the window
huddled should turn
off the water
in a corner
beside the stove
smells like
jazz music burned
something sung
by Norah Jones
but I shiver in
cold can’t move
holiday decorations
should be because
carpet’s dirty for khaki
pants I’m knob taken
down in my back
frozen.
