Jamieson Wolf
Aurora Award Nominated Author
Doorways and Starlight – A Poem
I woke in
darkness. I got
out of bed
and walked toward
a rectangle of
light that shone
in the distance.
I knew that
if I opened
the door, there
would be brightness
to chase away
the dark. I
opened the door
and stepped through
the doorway. I
found myself in
a place I
used to know.
I had called
it home, though
towards the end,
it did not
fill me with
a feeling of
peace as homes
are supposed to
do. The walls
of places we
have known retain
voices of the
past, vibrations of
sound lost in
concrete and plaster.
I put my
hand on one
of the walls
and felt the
sadness there, the
turmoil. I took
my hand away
and looked at
my palm. It
was red, as
if it had
been burned. I
ran towards another
doorway and stepped
through it. I
found myself in
another place I
had called home
but it had
just been another
way station. The
walls here looked
as if they
were crying, thick
tears like wax
were seeping out
of the walls.
If the previous
place had held
sound, this one
held emotion. I
had tried to
find myself here
but to no
avail. I had
only found heartache.
I went to
the doorway to
the sun-room and
could see the
sky shining through
the cracks. I
opened the door
and stepped through
it. I was
inside my dark
basement apartment. I
had known despair
here, heartache and
disaster. However, oddly
enough, I had
found myself here,
had realized what
I was truly
capable of inside
these walls. In
the darkest part
of my life,
I had found
myself. I stepped
forward and placed
my hand on
the rough walls.
Instead of emotion
or sound, I
saw myself as
I had been.
I lay in
my bed, the
stories I longed
to tell brought
to life above
me as if
they were dreams
given life. I
could see characters
I had created
living out their
destinies and I
lay there, powerless
to stop the
story from going
forward. I watched
as I found
the strength to
learn to walk
once more, the
will to move
forward, the courage
to continue. It
was here that,
instead of giving
up, as I
had been tempted
to do, I
chose to live
instead. If the
previous places had
held sound and
emotion, this one
housed my strength
until I was
strong enough to
accept it. I could
hear music, a
soft kaleidoscope of
notes coming from
another doorway. I
stepped through it
eager to leave
the darkness behind.
I opened the
door into the
hallway and stepped
through into light.
I was in
my current place,
the first one
that felt like
home instead of
just a place
to exist. However,
the music wasn’t
coming from here.
These walls were
bathed in light,
but the music
came from somewhere
further on. I
felt as if
I was standing
on a precipice
as I stood
front of the doorway
of my apartment.
This place held
light within its
walls. I wondered
what would come
next? I reached
out a hand
and opened the
door. I heard
the kaleidoscope of
music, louder this
time, but could
see only stars.
I stood at
the doorway wondering
what to do,
when I heard
his lovely voice.
“You’re perfect for me. You complete me. I love you.”
The music around
me swelled to
a loud crescendo
and I stepped
through the doorway
and into starlight,
waiting to feel
his arms around
me. As I
fell through the
stars, I marveled
at the fact
that it had
taken finding myself
to find the
other half of
my heart.
We Are Our Passions – A Poem
“How’s your writing going?”
I told him
that I was
half way through
my current novel,
that I had
written a bunch
of poems and
short stories. He
nodded, looking serious.
“I don’t see how you can write so much. You’re always going out.”
He was a
person that lived
in my building,
but he was
also a photographer.
I shrugged nonchalantly.
“Well, I have to go to work. It pays the bills.”
He looked smug
for a second
before he said:
“So you’re not a writer.”
“I’m sorry?”
I was confused.
“What do you mean?”
His look of
smugness intensified and
he actually laughed.
“Well, anyone that doesn’t support themselves with their writing is not a writer. It’s merely a hobby.”
I was stunned
at his rudeness.
“Do you support yourself with your photography?”
If possible, he
looked even more
smug. His smile
was like a
streak of oil
across his face.
“I do actually.”
“And how’s that working out for you?”
His smile faltered
a little bit.
“I do well enough.”
He said, but
there was a
bluster to his
statement. I looked
him right in
the eye, not
backing down from
his smug stare.
“Let me make something perfectly clear. Whether or not I support myself with my writing doesn’t make me any less of a writer. The same goes for all artists, musicians and even photographers.”
“Yes, but-“
I cut him
off. I didn’t
want to hear
anything else he
had to say.
“Writing is what I’m most passionate about. It’s how I live, how I breathe, how I survive. That is why I’m a writer, though and through. And you know what? It’s only a matter of time before I am doing what I love for a living.”
I watched him
deflate a little
bit, a stooping
of the shoulders.
I walked away
from him and
went back into
my apartment to
do what I
love most and
with every word
I put down
on paper, I
found more of
myself waiting there
to bleed through
the page.
Miracle Skin Care – A Review of OZ Naturals
Recently, I was sent four new OZ Naturals products free for a review on Amazon.
Well, I wasn’t just going to use it once and write a review. So I gave myself a little under a month to try the four products every day and see if they made any difference in my skin.
I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’ve never had a full skin care regime; usually it’s wash the face and slap on moisturizer and that’s it. Now I have a cleanser, toner, facial mask and moisturizer, as well as serums.
I’ve reviewed the serums before, so here’s the rundown on the rest.
Super Youth Moisturizer
This is hands down the best moisturizer I’ve ever had the pleasure of using.
It goes on light on the skin and doesn’t feel like it’s clogging the pores at all. More than that, it doesn’t leave my face feeling greasy which is one of my absolute pet peeves.
Add to that, my face stays moisturized for the entire day. It’s moisture stays even if I forget to use it one day, my skin is still smooth and brighter.
I absolutely love it!
Amino Herbal Hydration Mask
I’ve used facial masks in the past.
Previously, they’ve always left my skin really dry and red and have not been what I considered to be really cleansing. Usually, I ended up breaking out in pimples or acne after using them.
The OZ Naturals Facial Mask is a completely different experience. I could actually feel the moisturizer sinking in to my skin while it was on. When I washed it off, there were no flaky bits of skin or red patches.
It felt as if I had given myself a mud treatment at a spa. What an absolutely lovely way to treat the body. I loved using this product!
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Ocean Mineral Tonic
I’ve never used a facial toner before.
I wondered at it’s purpose. I did a bit of research before using it. What could a facial toner provide that a mask, moisturizer or serum couldn’t provide?
After reading about it, I realized that a toner is a compliment to moisturizers and serums as it tightens the skin and cleans out the pores. What I loved about the OZ Naturals Facial Toner was that it was so gentle.
Indeed, it felt as if I was giving my skin a cool bath after the cleansing and it was the perfect complement to the serums and moisturizer. It refreshed my skin as opposed to making it feel as if it was just tightening it.
An absolutely lovely compliment to any skin care regime.
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Ocean Mineral Facial Cleanser
I’ve used Facial cleansers before.
Normally, they only succeed in drying out the skin and leave my face with dry, red patches of skin. Sure, they clean it but they leave my face worse off then before.
Not so with the OZ Naturals Facial Cleanser. Not only is it soft on your skin, but it makes a good amount of lather; less is more with Oz Naturals.
It rinses off easily and leaves your skin practically humming with a clean feeling. It actually cleans your skin without drying it out, leaving it primed and ready for your serums, toner and moisturizer.
Absolutely awesome!
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I really feel as if OZ Naturals has somehow found the fountain of youth. My skin is smoother and more moisturized. What’s more, it’s brighter and seems to glow.
I also love the fact that the products are unscented and not filled with perfumes. So they’re perfect for anyone’s skin care, even if you have sensitive skin.
It may take a little bit more time in the morning, but I’m worth it and so are you. Give it a try and see the miracle for yourself.
When Words Aren’t Necessary – A Poem
There are times
when we don’t
even need to
speak, when words
aren’t necessary. Every
gesture is inductive
of words that
don’t need to
be spoken aloud.
When we’re going
down the stairs,
he gives me
his arm. With
that action, he
tells me silently:
“I’ll support you.”
When I lose
my balance and
he catches me,
he’s really whispering:
“I got you.”
When he holds
my hand in
public while we
walk down the
street, what he’s
really saying is:
“I’m proud to be with you.”
When he reads
something I’ve written
and sees me
inside the words,
what he’s really saying is
“I know you.”
And when he
holds me close,
his heart beating
so close to
mine, what he’s
really saying is:
“I love you.”
Though I don’t
have to tell
him, to utter
what he already
knows, I do.
“I love you, too.”
Love and Light – A Poem
We were in
a dark tunnel.
I knew that
I didn’t want
to be there,
that there was
no light within.
You took my
hand and said:
“Don’t worry. Watch what happens when I do this.”
You paused for
a moment and
then you said:
“I love you.”
A light flared
along the wall
of the tunnel,
showing us where
the exit lay.
We walked on
until the light
began to fade
and I clutched
your hand harder.
“You’re so beautiful.”
You said to
me and the
light flared again,
showing us the
way. We raced
onward until the
light began to
fade once more.
“Don’t be scared.”
You said softly.
“It’ll be okay as long as we’re together. I love you so much.”
The light flared
again and under
it’s blue pulse
I looked at
you, at your
beauty that shone
from the inside
out. I looked
into your eyes,
leaned in close
to kiss you.
“I love you, too.”
The light increased
until it was
nearly blinding, but
we could still
see each other,
could still feel
the light we’d
created inside ourselves.
The light didn’t
dim this time,
but stayed glorious,
changing from a
soft muted blue
allowing us to
see in the
dark into a
light so wonderful,
so pure, it
was like we
had created the
sun. You took
hold of my
hand and led
me out of
the tunnel and
towards the future.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
