Posted on January 2, 2026
by Jamieson Wolf
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“You make every situation worse.” I know that the words are not meant as they sound, that taking them literally could be my undoing. Yet, that is just what my brain does when the words make themselves heard, having hidden away in the soup… Continue Reading “An Echo on My Palm – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: ADHD, Big, Blood, Context, Film, Fresh, let go, Meaning, Memory, neurodiverse, New, pain, Play, power, Preform, Presence, Replay, Skin, word, words, words have power
Posted on November 9, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I am more than my disability. Someone once referred to me as a walking stereotype: I am a disabled, queer abuse survivor. How I bristled at being described that way, like I was an afterthought, or that I could be described in one word.… Continue Reading “In the Shadows of Trees – A Poem”
Category: PoemsTags: Abuse, Afterthought, defy, Disability, disable, grow, joy, light, personal power, power, Queer, shadow, Shine, stereotype, survivor, voice, words
Posted on January 24, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’ve accidentally started a new memoir. Some things never change, not really. I recently made a decision for myself, and it was the best decision I could have made, but it left scars as these things do. That decision had everything to do with… Continue Reading “Finding Balance – A Memoir”
Category: Finding BalanceTags: divination, Finding Balance, Grief, happiness, Jamieson Wolf, joy, Memoir, Tarot, Tarot cards, tarot-reading, words, writing
Posted on April 18, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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So, here’s the thing. I had thought that the recent rejection of my novel Minotaur by a publisher wasn’t a big deal, but it kind of was. Last night, I was going to post about not writing novels anymore and just focusing on writing… Continue Reading “The Thing Of It.”
Category: Non FictionTags: books, Creativity, endeavour, Fiction, publisher, publishing, rejection, stories, Thoughts, words, writer, writing, writing-tips
Posted on December 14, 2023
by Jamieson Wolf
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I used to count everything. It gave me control, brought me a kind of peace in a world where I had no control at all. The numbers would spill over into everything. I began to count fruit, clothes, shoes, pennies, words, books, vegetables, rings,… Continue Reading “Counting – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: balance, books, clothes, Control, cope, coping mechanism, counted, freckles, fruit, numbers, peace, pennies, poem, rings, shoes, vegetables, words