Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Just One Moment – A Poem
“It’s just one moment becoming another.”
I clutch these words to my chest,
in hopes that they will
take away the sadness.
It has been my constant companion,
not a friend but not an enemy either,
over the past few months.
It resides in me,
a mantle worn on the inside
of my skin.
I can feel it growing bigger
with each passing day,
growing its fingers within mine
as if they are appendages of a tree.
Soon, I worry that it will
control my mouth and speak
only words of despair and lost hope,
or riddles that make no sense.
“It’s just one moment becoming another.”
I work at welcoming in the light,
the one thing that the sadness can’t abide.
I try to burrow down within myself,
much like the mantle of sadness has done,
and I locate the light.
I pick it up softly and blow off the cobwebs,
talking to it softly and whispering
words of encouragement.
I tell the light that it is beautiful
while I clutch the words to myself.
I can feel the despair
begin to fill all of me,
I’m so full to the brim.
I do the only thing I can think of
and hold the light
to my heart.
I repeat the words to myself over and over:
“It’s just one moment becoming another…”
Gradually my light begins to grow brighter
and I can hear music
over the sounds of water.
I open my heart
release the sadness.
It leaves my body in droplets that pour from my skin
and when they fall from me,
they are but small pieces of crystal
shaped like tears.
They remind me
that there can be beauty in pain
if I learn to let it go.
They are a reminder
that emotions are like the waves.
I can’t hold on to them.
They are but moments in time.
I look towards the future
and what the next moment will bring.
A Box of Time – A Poem
It was time.
I took a box
and got my novel
ready to send it off
to my publisher.
The bankers box
seemed too big at first,
a void of space too large
for a simple manuscript.
However, I knew that the space
would fill quickly.
I gathered everything up:
every cup of tea I had drunk,
all the candles I had lit,
every conversation that I’d had
about the plot and the characters
with my patient husband
looking like a scattering
of post it notes
shaped like speech bubbles.
There were several hourglasses for
all the time I had spent
trying to find my way
through the terrain of the story.
The box contained its share of shadows, too.
Every moment of self-doubt
and self-hate
that had filled me
during the writing of the book
went into the box as well,
looking like a thick oily mass.
I could hear it squelching wetly
at the bottom of the box.
It was trying to rise up
and coat everything else
that I had put into the box.
To counteract the black mass of nothing,
I slipped in some magic:
The dreams I’d had
while dancing with the words,
dreams that would follow me
into the daylight hours
until I was able to
capture them on paper
went into the box,
the dreams shaped like small clouds.
One of the last things
that I put into the box
is a sprinkle of dust
that sparkles like the moon.
I saved the light
that was made
from the spark of the idea
the novel became.
I sprinkle the dust over everything,
this dust that became the idea
that became the book
and it sparkles as it settles in
amongst the post it notes,
the hourglasses,
the candles and the cups of tea.
On top of all of this,
I place the manuscript
wrapped in a protective envelope.
I give it one final pat,
a small gesture of farewell,
and as I place the box lid on top,
I remember everything that went into the story,
all that the story took from me
and all the pieces of myself
that I picked up along the way.
Gasoline Rainbow – A Poem
Sadness is difficult.
It creeps up on me
so that by the time
I find it living within me,
it is a surprise
to find it there.
I glare at it,
trying to give it the look,
but it is impervious.
I yell at it,
throw things at it,
tell sadness that it is not wanted,
but still it stays.
Soon, it fills my head,
beginning with a rain
that drips down
throughout my body,
until I am heavy
with sadness and unshed tears.
I look at myself in the mirror
and there is a wetness to my eyes.
Sadness talks to me in a sly voice
that shines like gasoline
when it has dripped into water,
so pretty but so lethal.
It whispers in my head
and it says things like
“You know that no one loves you” or
“It’s impossible to change the world, why do you try?” or
“It would be easier just to end it.”
This is not my first dance with sadness.
I look at it,
I take sadness in,
shining like a rainbow
but I know that the sheen is fake.
I know that if I dip my fingers
into the puddle that contains the rainbow
it will disappear
and leave only the smell of something
that burns my nostrils.
Instead,
I look for my own light
that hides beneath the sheen.
I can see it dancing behind the rain.
Reaching into the gasoline rainbow,
sadness looks overjoyed,
but that look changes
when it sees what I’ve grabbed hold of.
Pulled out of the wet sadness,
I hold my light,
a mere grain of sand in my palm.
However, it is not the size of the light
but the brightness it shines with.
I clutch that grain of light
and I know that,
with time,
it will be a sea of light
that will welcome me home.
Death By Association by Madona skaff-Koren – a Book Review
Naya is trying to find her way.
When the Multiple Sclerosis struck, Naya almost lost herself. Thankfully, she has gotten some of her old drive back. She finds solace working out in the gym, trying to keep her mind and her body focused on something else other than her disease. She knows that with each lift of the weights, she is fighting against her own body and it is a fight that she will win.
While at the gym, she spots a new gym attendee Larson Rask. He is wheelchair bound and pesters her with a lot of questions while she’s trying to get a set in. He annoys her and she does her best to ignore him. That all changes when cops come into the gym and arrest him on three counts of murder.
Rask reaches out to her for help. He thinks that someone at his company, Rask Architecture, has framed him for the three murders. Rask wants Naya’s help. She almost refuses, except she can’t believe that a guilty man would ask for her help. Despite her better judgement, she goes.
What she finds there could be her undoing.
This such an amazing book! I loved every thrilling moment. This is the second book in the series but you don’t need to have read Journey of a Thousand Steps to enjoy Death by Association.
This book is a thrilling whodunnit of the highest order. The pages flipped by quickly for me and I was desperate to figure out the mystery. Thankfully Skaff-Koren’s writing is so good that every guess I had about the who did what and why was wrong. I love when that happens! I love the minutiae that Skaff-Koren works into the novel. Every small detail is full of red herrings and the plot is full of twists and turns .
Madona’s power is in her characters and the strength of her storytelling. Naya is a diverse and amazing character and she propels the story along as you are drawn along with her to discover everything right alongside her.
The fact that she lives with multiple sclerosis is only a piece of who she is. Thankfully, it’s not all of who she is as a person. I loved reading about her life with MS and how she chose to live beyond it.
Ultimately, this is a novel with tons of heart. I loved Naya’s family, her friends Travis, Mackay and Keghan. I loved the report that all of them have, the friendship that seems to go beyond the page, the emotions feel so real. I also loved Naya’s dog Minaki whose actions made me snort out loud several times throughout the novel.
Skaff-Koren’s power is in the small details that she uses to flesh out each of her characters. Yes, this is a mystery, but there are no cardboard characters here. Instead, you get a novel filled with real people all of them working together, fighting for what is right.
Not only has Skaff-Koren written a kickass mystery novel on par with Minette Walters, she has written a novel with characters I end up feeling like I know. Should I see them on the streets, I would greet them as friend…and then ask them if they need any help with their sleuthing. What an incredible book
Even though I know the ending, I want to go back and read it all over again.
Heart Song – A Poem
I go inside myself.
It is warm there
and the sun is shining inward,
filling me with light and shadow.
As I walk further into myself,
I hear a sound.
It comes softly from the shadows
and as I walk towards it,
I see the shape of a man.
He lies on the ground,
curled up into a ball.
I walk towards him.
The light shifts
so that I can see him.
I am looking
at a part of myself,
the one that is lonely and isolated.
The part of me that is always afraid.
I look at the piece of myself
that has been hurt so many times
and I can see the bruises on his skin,
the hollow look in his eyes.
He sees me and looks into me.
His eyes are bright jewels in the darkness.
I kneel beside him
and I pull him into an embrace.
I rock him gently,
humming a sweet song
to ease his spirit
and comfort his heart.
I sing of safety,
of contentment
and an end to the pain
he has lived with
for so very long.
I sing of love
and tell him
that love is all we need.
As the song continues,
I can feel his tears
falling onto my skin.
They are tears of relief.
When the song ends,
I feel him let out a deep breath
that he had been holding
all this time.
I feel him let go.
As he begins to fade from inside of me,
I think of how long I’ve
carried him within me.
When he looks at me now,
I see the light within him
and I know that it
is reflected within me.
As he fades away,
giving me a look of joy,
the light is filled with stardust
and I make a million wishes.
I step out of myself,
knowing that they
have already come true.
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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
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