Posted on June 22, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I have been trying to find my way through the hills and valleys of myself. It’s been a slow peeling back of the terrain that my body holds so that I can see what it hides underneath. There are veins that run in the… Continue Reading “The Deep Terrain – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: birds, blooming, body, Cascade, chains, Change, Cycle, Dark, deep, Deep Terrain, earth, Freedom, growth, Hatred, hide, hills, Hope, key, life, life force, light, Love, mountains, poem, Poetry, Release, rocks, secrets, self-hate, self-worth, Shame, Skin, terrain, underneath, valleys, water, writing
Posted on December 30, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’m looking down at the red line that connects me to you. I’ve been trying to find the journey that I carry. As I look down at the roadmap of my palms, the paper surface of my skin crinkles as I turn it this… Continue Reading “The Map On My Palm – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: afraid, body, body shape, celebrate, Change, creases, foretold, head line, heart line, Husband, I love you, innovative, life line, lines, myself, palm, palm reading, paper, planets, poem, reading, Shape
Posted on September 12, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’ve started seeing the shadows again. I can see them out of the corners of my eyes when I walk into a room, or when I look up from a book I’m reading. I have tried to ignore them. The trees may have given… Continue Reading “Light Through the Trees – Creative Non-Fiction”
Category: Creative Non-Fiction, Non FictionTags: Antidepressants, Change, Creative, Creative Non-Fiction, depression, Doctor, Hope, Husband, light, path, The, Through, trees
Posted on July 25, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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Once upon a time in the little village of Inglewood Hamlet, there lived a shapeshifter. This was nothing out of the ordinary for the little village, nor even the entire Kingdom. It was rife with magic. Strange things have been known to happen to… Continue Reading “The Two Blackbirds of Inglewood Hamlet – A Fairy Tale”
Category: Inglewood Hamlet, Short StoriesTags: books, Change, Fairy Tale, Fiction, heart, home, Inglewood Hamlet, Internal Light, light, Love, review, Romance, Self, Shape Shifter, Shapeshifter, Shift, short story
I remember counting the pills that I had poured into my hand. They lay in my palm like scattered teeth and I wondered if it would hurt when I swallowed them, taking a pound of flesh on their way down. I remember the sunshine… Continue Reading “Memory Photographs – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: Change, depression, flower, grow, Hope, hurt, Little Yellow Magnet, memories, Memory, pain, photographs, suicidal thoughts, suicide, sunlight, wits end