Wedding Day She puts on her white dress. She slips on her red heels. She takes the quivering hand of her father, steps out of the alcove and down the aisle, with her head held high as her unexpected burden bounces in time to her steps. Geoff Blanchette is a writer and actor based inContinue reading “Wedding Day- Geoff Blanchette”
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Truffles
Truffles Golden box filled with a cryptic variety The folded paper to help me decipher which chocolate I just placed in my mouth Without that paper I poke and prod each truffle looking for the perfect one. And when I find the one that suits me I close my eyes and lean back Enjoying theContinue reading “Truffles”
Sleep, my friend
Sleep, my friend I can’t keep my eyes open The lids they’re being pulled down by a crane And the weightlessness of sleep washes over me like waves Some bigger than others I want to skip all this creating and let my consciousness free in dreams But I’m almost finished just a few more sentencesContinue reading “Sleep, my friend”
Pierre Puvis De Chavannes
“I have a weakness I scarcely dare to avow. [It] consists in preferring rather mournful aspects to all others, low skies, solitary plains, discreet in hue, where each tuft of grass plays it’s little tune to the indolent breath of the wind of midday… I wait impatiently for the bad weather to come, andContinue reading “Pierre Puvis De Chavannes”
Frayed Ends- Morality Collection
Frayed Ends And what, dear children, is the end of the world? Is it when a hydrogen bomb is triggered, and flesh and concrete and body and soul are brought to nothingness by the fury of a stillborn sun? Is it when the rich finally get tired of carrying the poor on their backs (or,Continue reading “Frayed Ends- Morality Collection”
Sweaty Palms
Speaking of posting things that make our palms sweat and our hearts beat out of our chest. I figured I’d post a personal one. Race is something that is extremely hard for me to talk about. I have a post in drafts that’s still there about the complexities of growing up bi-racial. But I figuredContinue reading “Sweaty Palms”
When Feelings Collide with Words
She came And She went She Left. She never Said Goodbye I Meeean I Said It To Her From Behind But With Her Back Turned To Me I Didn’t Have Much Confidence That We Would Meet Again Like If I Got To Say It To Her While Looking In Her Eyes And I’m Just GoingContinue reading “When Feelings Collide with Words”
Happy Thanksgiving
Over here at Jayne.press we are thankful for those who step out and write the things that make their heart race and their palms sweat. Cheers to all and Happy Thanksgiving from us to you.
Saschia Johnson- Morality Collection
Moraldom Wrap me in white and send me along, away to a place where there’s no rules Rock me steady on a hollow log listen for my beats, while I drift along Gift me your love while in white I dream but what I want is to be alone, I suppose watch as everything escapesContinue reading “Saschia Johnson- Morality Collection”
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