Jayne.Press·2 days ago Dignity is to dream without ceasing She wiggles her toesand reaches toward the heavensit’s not so far, she heard in a songthe heavens, that is. It ismuch closer than we think. At leastthat’s what they tell us. is it hope that I cling towhile I wrestle with his faithfaith in me faithContinue reading “Rest Will Come”
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Go Out and Give it Away
You know that thing you’re clinging on to too tight, it’s time to give it away. The tighter you squeezethe less it can breathe Give it away. Stop holding it secretor hostage or in the dark cornerof your closet Give it away. It wasn’t meant to besaved for only you andthe few you choose GiveContinue reading “Go Out and Give it Away”
And Then I Sleep
There’s a drummer in my ear I’ve been just about to tears since theystarted three days ago I don’t know why they’re here.but they are, so I listenand I hum and I sway and I write in ways that might justrecord what they’d have to say iftheir music spoke words and then, I sleep peacefullyContinue reading “And Then I Sleep”
The Wind Collector
What does it mean to be a whole person? He toils awayhis days tossed like the dirty laundrythat’s left next to the hamper.Not an ounce of passionpulses through his tired veins.His insides sink below the earthwhile his muscle memory does the work Am I of any use here? he shouts to the heavens.The wind places itselfContinue reading “The Wind Collector”
She Holds the Knife
“Challenge Your Perception” A Short Story in response to Know Thyself Heal Thyself Jayne.PressFeb 15 · 2 min read She paces toward the bathroom. Her loafer slippers drag against the floorboards to the beat of the music. The bedroom is cool but the rest of the house is a thousand degrees. “It’s never ok to hurt someone, not physicallyContinue reading “She Holds the Knife”
How Did You Die?
For the Conscious Writer What you’re willing to die for, should be the same as what you’re willing to live for. Death is inevitable. Not in a depressing way but we all know it’s coming. What’s unknown, though? Your greatness? The impact your writing will have? How much you will change with your mere existence?Continue reading “How Did You Die?”
She is Divine
A mirror A poem This poem was published on the publication titled Know Thyself, Heal Thyself Highlights by medium writers who were also fans of the poem. 🙂 The way your secrets savemy simple fingersand your mind moves me tobe still, leaves me wanting moreof you Waters crash toward theechoes of my past, anda fountain burstsContinue reading “She is Divine”
How to Love a Symbolist Poet
Advice from a symbolist poet on how to love a symbolist poet. These days more and more symbolist poets are stepping out and showing their true colors. Some of you may have had a loved one step into the world of symbolist poetry and feel as though you have lost touch. Some of you mightContinue reading “How to Love a Symbolist Poet”
Metamorphoses III
Ode to Ovid This is the third part to a three part series Read Part I here Read Part II here Part III Metamorphoses Her hair weaved with precious flowers,her skin glowing from bathing in the hidden waters.Her eyes set upon her woodsman.Her heart as pure as a heart could be;she walks toward the town.Continue reading “Metamorphoses III”
Metamorphoses II
Ode to Ovid This is the second part to a three part series Read Part I here Read Part III here One day, a king’s knightentered the woods.He fell upon the divine beautywho had invested herselfin the woodsman. “What are you doing livingin these woods?Where are your clothes?” He asked. Now, the fathers below heardtheContinue reading “Metamorphoses II”
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