Author: Jacquie Prebich

Jacquie Prebich was raised in New York City and currently resides in Los Angeles. She started ballet at age five and danced until her first pregnancy. Jacquie loves writing, producing, and directing. She created Ballet Theatre in 2006, a new performance concept combining classical ballet with acting, singing, and live music. Jacquie began writing poetry after undergoing rehab for prescription pain pills— an addiction that developed as a result of dance injuries. Jacquie lives in a scenic canyon with her family and rescue animals. She is currently working on her first poetry book. Follow Jacquie on Twitter @JwPrebich

Dancing with Da D

June 27, 2022June 27, 2022 Jacquie Prebich

death will dance with anyone anytime at any fuckin’ place it doesn’t discriminate or differentiate, it is not racist sexist or homophobe I have kissed it death is not a woman, I know it reeks of fetid sorrows gloomed motel rooms seeking sad numb unsuspecting souls it comforts human hearts Read more

Ariel

April 1, 2022April 1, 2022 Jacquie Prebich

the bluebird sings yew trees grin a sunless mourning snow falls solemn angels wait, but it’s winter white summer heels petticoat prettied books, babies, poetry a tea sandwich cut in two, white cold milk open the bedroom window but, it’s winter shh, sleep sleep beautiful gentle sleep, a lady always Read more

Happy Birthday

February 7, 2022February 7, 2022 Jacquie Prebich

danced out of my mother’s womb naked cold cocooned in the afterbirth of art cord snip cut cries turned to screams soul activated why why why oh how, the harsh lights hurt this was the house I was assigned to difficult damn difficult the odd child with tangled hair pretty, Read more

Dead Girl

July 6, 2019July 6, 2019 Jacquie Prebich

I saw the familiar dead girl dancing in my basement spoon cut off the apron ties the dead girl said I’m jonesing to fuckin cook copped some works; from a friendly stranger’s hand the handle bent; the spoon a Jesus cradle the dead girl prayed tapping, arousing, blue hungry veins Read more

Chimera

December 21, 2018December 21, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

tick tock tock tick awake awake always awake writing writing no sun no shine no exit chimera black blacker blackest darkness cloaks the clock ticks tick tock tock tick awake awake always awake writing writing penance a sentence there is no sleep for dreamers Photo Read more

Anarchy

November 15, 2018November 14, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

I am anarchy in your pacifist bed I am your guilt your foolish fear love your unsated lust I am your revolution filthy riches your poverty a gratified reassignment your pain I am your peace and mayhem your demands and delicious nightmares a run on sentence no punctuation I am Read more

Black Swan

October 18, 2018October 18, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

I dance darkness madness insanity and fright devour calm the still the quiet the nice dread grins stoned eyes lake of lies awake while asleep aware unaware poetry bites jolted tarred black rocked revived fighting light writing dead dreams into exquisite frights I kiss fresh fear soft flesh pornographic sights Read more

Dear Limbo

September 10, 2018September 9, 2018 Jacquie Prebich

Last life I danced on empty pages waiting for love a solo ballet an unfinished symphony tormented by silence sadness madness I ripped queer stars from the red moon sky they bled black there is no ending no last call no exit I waited waded created I danced the art Read more