{"title":"From My Table","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThis is where my chapbooks will live.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSmall books made from memory, healing, tenderness, and the pieces of life I keep coming back to.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eI call this collection \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eFrom My Table\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e because that is how I want the work to feel — \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003eplaced with care, offered with warmth, and waiting for whoever feels called to take it home.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"a-safe-place-to-land","title":"A Safe Place to Land","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eA Safe Place to Land\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e is a tender poetry chapbook for anyone still learning how to trust softness after survival.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTold through the image of a wounded bird, an open window, and a home that never becomes a cage, this piece is about gentleness, release, fear, healing, and the ache of wanting somewhere warm without being held too tightly.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt is \u003cstrong\u003efor the ones who flinch when kindness comes close.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe ones who have left before they could be left.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe ones who are still learning that love can be open-handed.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCreated from my home to yours, this chapbook is a quiet place to land for a while — and remember:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ehealing is not becoming untouched.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eIt is becoming a home without becoming a cage.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"by Jazmyne Griffin","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46864129654972,"sku":null,"price":12.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0747\/7044\/8572\/files\/IMG-5540.png?v=1780273645"},{"product_id":"pretty-things-don-t-cry","title":"Pretty Things Don’t Cry","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003ePretty Things Don’t Cry\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e is a reflective narrative poem about the things people learn to hide in order to be loved.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eTold through the image of a quiet house, a daughter who learns when to smile, and \u003cem\u003ea porch light left on\u003c\/em\u003e long after everyone else has gone home, this piece explores loneliness, grief, tenderness, abandonment, and the ache of wanting to be seen without becoming \u003cem\u003etoo much\u003c\/em\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eIt is for the ones who learned to swallow tears before they learned how to speak about them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eFor the ones who became smaller with pain.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor the ones who kept the house beautiful while carrying heartbreak no one else could see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eFor the ones who learned to recognize goodbye while someone was still standing in front of them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eCreated from my home to yours, this poem is a place to sit with the parts of yourself that spent years hidden away.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003eThe parts that loved deeply.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eThe parts that stayed soft.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eThe parts still standing quietly in the doorway, leaving the light on for something they still hope will find its way home\u003c\/strong\u003e.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"by Jazmyne Griffin","offers":[{"title":"Default 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class=\"s3\"\u003eIt is for the ones who kept checking the door.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e\u003cem\u003eFor the ones who left room at the table for people who never arrived.\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s3\"\u003eFor the ones who spent years mistaking hope for home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s3\"\u003eFor the ones who carried tomorrow in their pocket because it felt easier than saying goodbye.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eCreated from my home to yours, this poem is a place to sit beside the child who kept waiting—and the adult who finally returned for them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eBecause sometimes the deepest wound is not the leaving.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s4\"\u003eIt is the waiting.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003eThe years spent looking toward the road.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003eThe light left on.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eThe space kept open.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eThe quiet belief that if you stayed patient enough, loving enough, good enough, someone would come back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eAnd sometimes healing begins the moment you realize you were never waiting for someone else to return.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003eYou were waiting for yourself.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s4\"\u003eThe child at the window.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s4\"\u003eThe adult who came back.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"by Jazmyne Griffin","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46889034481852,"sku":null,"price":12.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0747\/7044\/8572\/files\/EC9CBCBC-96F5-4083-86F8-668C6EAB2E88.png?v=1780327835"},{"product_id":"still-here","title":"Still Here","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eStill Here\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e is a reflective narrative poem about a little girl who could always find room for things that had been left behind.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003eTold through the image of worn stuffed animals, crooked ears, thinning fur, loose seams, and a space made beside them year after year, this piece is about \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s3\"\u003ethe things we love without question\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003e—and the years we spend forgetting to offer ourselves that same kindness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eIt is for the ones who worried the worn places made them harder to keep.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eFor the ones who learned to hide their scars while offering grace to everyone else.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eFor the ones who spent years believing they needed to become someone different before they deserved a place to stay.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eCreated from my home to yours, this poem is a place to sit beside the child who never walked past something lonely without making room for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eThe child who never asked what happened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eNever asked where it had been.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eNever asked whether it deserved to belong.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eBecause sometimes healing is not learning how to love yourself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eSometimes 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