Jane Palombo
Writer/ Poet/ Pasta Enthusiast/ Amateur Guitarist/ Trained Violinist
I like to try new things.
Nature's Message
When Diane was a child, she climbed everything. She climbed her uncle who was a startling six-foot-seven like a jungle gym. When her mother took her to their favorite diner, Pickles, she climbed the railing instead of the stairs. When waiting for the bus home, she climbed the streetlamp on the corner. Diane's mother yelled, she was worried her sweet daughter would hurt herself. Diane however had the confidence of a person who has never fallen. The confidence only young children and crazy people have. The kind that is beautiful and on occasion, inspiring.
Jane PalomboPublished 19 days ago in FictionStill, I Go On
My feet hit the cold hard ground, it's distant I feel the wind blow my hair in the sky Forces I cannot see are resistant
Jane PalomboPublished 20 days ago in PoetsWhy Meditation is Beneficial
One quick search can show the practice of meditation has been around for thousands of years. With human beings constantly evolving and creating new things that work better, it's important to take note of the things that haven't changed.
Jane PalomboPublished 22 days ago in LongevityFind a Muse to your Music
Everybody has music that makes them smile and everyone has their own taste. Some days I listen to the same five songs while some days (usually the worst ones) I forget to listen to any music whatsoever. It's important to remember how much music stimulates the mind, brightens the mood, and increases productiveness. It has been proven to ease anxiety and manage moods.
Jane PalomboPublished about a month ago in BeatThe Shock of Power
This story may contain events that some find disturbing as it includes references to sexual abuse. The summer after I graduated from college, I was twenty-two and it felt like I was already behind where I was supposed to be. Life started to weigh down on me, I knew I had accomplished a lot in four short years, but what had I become? It’s been almost two years since I was with anyone. I felt like a hermit who let opportunities pass her by. I was lonely and wanted to be more like my friends who had fun everywhere with anyone.
Jane PalomboPublished about a month ago in FictionYoung Love, Old Pain
Never one for self-reflection, it was truly one of Mal’s weakest personality traits. He was the local’s favorite fifty-year-old grumpy man. He could’ve been a veteran; he could’ve worked in coal mines for all they knew. The people who lived around Mal knew very little about him. He wasn’t interested in letting them get to know him at all. All they could figure out about him, is that he is one of those old men who do old men things. Like fishing, yelling at children, sometimes he even camps, although he’s thought he is too old for it. He wasn’t incredibly good at fishing, or even scaring children. He lost his respect when he lost his voice. Years passed and he gave up on scaring the children. He turned himself into a hermit. Not the type of hermit that stays in it’s shell all day, but the type that goes out into the world, only to remain as small and unnoticed as possible. Mal didn’t want these people to talk to him or even look at him. He hated all of them. And he certainly did not need them, and they certainly did not need him.
Jane PalomboPublished 2 months ago in FictionThe Apple Fell Next to the Family Tree
"You just can't help but get yourself in trouble." Her voice echoed in the back of my head. At night when the world is quiet and every room is too dark I made out silhouettes of my mother. Her poisonous whispers blended into my thoughts and the heartbeat I heard against my pillow.
Jane PalomboPublished 2 months ago in FictionGolden Rules I Choose to Live By
We all face hardships and recently we have all had to change our lives because of the pandemic. I'm no therapist, but I am a person who has had a wide range of hardships. So, I organized my thoughts and attempted to make a cohesive list of what I do to remain sane.
Jane PalomboPublished 2 months ago in Psyche
