Jaz Persing is a writer, singer, and human living in Los Angeles. She works in television when she can. The rest of the time she’s just looking for a dare-to-be-great situation, hoping she can put a good dent in the world with the mess of broken love, vulnerability, and words she has. In the meantime, she’s immensely grateful for God and the many good people around her that make it all seem feasible.

Most Times I See Richard

The shit of our lives
Is best sorted in dimly lit caves
When raven-haired friends invite us in
And we sing it out
And listen to the place between the moon and New York City
Between gimlets and gin ambushes
And drinks only we are brave enough to beg for
Like fizzes and Pimms

And I see sometimes
In a glint at the edge of my glass
The shadows
The shiny dumb kids we were
And I shake my head

But mostly thank God that you and I
Were always people who laughed together
And now it makes all things new
And I hide nothing
Each new confidence a gift
That will always humble me

Somehow I turned around
And we weren’t children anymore
But I should know
Because we grew up together

And now you’re this man, this artist
Making the world around you brighter
Thank God for you and that light
By the second malt and the Frito pie
All is well





Brooklyn Bridge