Posted on August 18, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’ve planted a seed inside the dark soil of my body. As it grows I’ll be able to feel the roots digging deep a whole world sprouting within me. I will know that I am ready when I can feel the presence of the… Continue Reading “I’ve Planted a Seed – A Poem”
Category: New Poetry Collection, PoemsTags: body, deep, dig, Feel, growth, introspection, Jamieson Wolf, Leaves, light, Love, Planted, poem, Ready, reflection, roots, Seed, sprout, Sunshine, World, writing
Posted on July 6, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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When I was old enough to realize that my body was disabled, I prayed to God to make me into someone else, and to take away what made me different. When I realized that I was gay, I prayed to God harder than before… Continue Reading “Just As I Am – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: abnormal, Cerebral Palsy, different, Disabled, embarassing, fight, Gay, God, hate, healing, Hid, hide, Jamieson Wolf, life, living, loathe, Love, Mom, Multiple Sclerosis, poem, Prayer, Prove, Queer, Something to Prove, spirit, writing
Posted on June 13, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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When we found each other, I had been wandering the desert for far too long. My skin had become chapped by the wind that whipped around me, a barrier built by hate from others who didn’t care to understand me and from myself, all… Continue Reading “Waling the Desert Sands – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Alone, attraction, barrier, clearity, Desert, hate, Hope, inward, Jamieson Wolf, lonley, Love, love poem, mirage, poem, Poetry, Self Hate, Whirlwind, wind
I gather letters to myself like a magpie. They are shiny and sparkling and I need to hold light right now. As I gather them up, the light draws me inward so that I can look at myself, and I can really see… Continue Reading “Glass Magpies – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Fag, Faggot, Gay, Glass, Hand Writing, homosexual, Jamieson Wolf, Nonbinary, peace, poem, Poetry, Pulse, Queer, reflection, riot, Shine, Sparkle, stand up, War, words, words matter
I find myself here every year, standing by the same pool of water wondering what the new cycle will bring. It’s been an honour to watch myself grow into who I am, the reflection of me rippled by the water. There was a part… Continue Reading “Thirteen Years to Tomorrow – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Anniversary, Break Through, Chronic Illness, daytime, Learned, Lives, magic, Max Shadow, Me, Multiple Sclerosis, myself, nightmares, perspective, pool, reflection, Shadows, Taught, Thirteen, thought, Who am I, Wish, Years
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