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
Posted on April 14, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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I swam with the rain above me. It gently lashed at the windows, creating a whisper that echoed in the air. A woman entered and waved. I called out a Hello! and moved to the left side of the pool. I knew that she… Continue Reading “Rain, Breath and Water – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: breath, Fear, Jamieson Wolf, music, perseveranc, poem, Poetry, pool, question, Rain, smile, Sound, swim, swimming, water, writing
Posted on December 14, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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In the dream, I am sitting with a nurse. We are in a waiting room, and everything is terribly bright. She holds my hands. I can feel their warmth, and I know that I am cold. When she looks at me, I can see… Continue Reading “There Will Always Be an Echo – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Death, dream, echo, Fiction, Jamieson Wolf, letting go, live, pain, poem, Poetry, relief, spirit, survive, thrive, writing
Posted on September 12, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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Every time I would have released a yell, I am instead choosing to release a bark of laughter. That way, when before the air would have filled with the sound of anger, now, it will be filled with joy.