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.


Our legs grazed on the plane
A soft and crinkled implication
Of a softness on two sides
Of our arc of time
And I think of the heart-seizing sweet
Of another crinkled hand tap,
Tap, tapping as he slept
Till he woke
To the no longer alighted world of theirs
And her whispered:
“We’re here.”

Before You Wake