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Haiku #108

Queen of Hearts

An oldie, but a goodie! 🙂

True 20/20

Late night musings and conversations. Because beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder. ❤ And he be-holdin’!

On Birds and Bees and Trembling Knees

Haiku #106

Voice Mail Ghost (typed)

“Voice Mail Ghost” as a test run on the newest addition to my growing typewriter family. Rich purple 1950s Olympia De Luxe. Still getting used to her keystrokes, but she sure is purty. Pictures to come! Hope everyone is having a lovely day. ❤, Jess

Voice Mail Ghost (handwritten)

Note to Self: Stop being cheap…it is always always worth spending the extra money for quality paper. Apologies for the poor quality. #writerproblems In other news, I’m back from vacation and my writing hiatus is broken (yay!). I wish to thank each and every one of you, my readers, for being so patient and gracious and choosing to hang tight while I was off adventuring and gleaning new material from my experiences. I think it’s crucial for writers to take a breather every once in a while in order to refocus and recharge, and, thankfully, Chicago did just that. Thank you…

Once

This is very near and dear to me. I have lived this tale many a time in my life.

The Fair

Text of poem typed beneath image for ease of reading. 🙂 Pace stops and lids do dropfor just one beat of my childlike heartBreathe infusion salty popcorn sweet candy cotton web laced on memory’s budsShouting screaming laughter ringing as spinning ferris wheel lights twinkle to warm my glowing cheeksNot that long ago your first love innocence clasped my hand nerves humming in a thrill no ride could conjureWe spun in our little carnival summoning fantasy from our trapeze eveningTiptoe conversations and breaths held tight before kisses stamped our youthful lipsBittersweet how its flavor chokesSTEP RIGHT UP!Carnie calls split nostalgia lids…

Collab with Djecky “Jake” Adams

Collaboration with this beautiful soul…I came across @ov.words on Instagram a few months ago, and it has been so fun to watch his writing progress! Exposing his soul without fear, his poetry caught my eye with its raw emotion and its ability to stir up my own. Young talent here with a mission, watch out! Very blessed to call him my friend. Thank you for this opportunity to have a little fun! (I know the text is hard to read; it’s not meant for a tiny photograph…written out below.) I sit before this typewriter to writeAbout how you’ve sewn yourself…

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