Posted on October 5, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I… Continue Reading “The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: Cane, Disability, dreams, Hope, Invisible Disabilities, letting go, Mind, Multiple Sclerosis, Perception, poem, Poetry, self image, writing
Posted on August 22, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I am pushing past the layers of myself. Using a sword, I try to find the portal to the deeper self which I hold inside. It has remained in the dark for too long. Letting the sword guide me with its light, I feel… Continue Reading “The Seashell and the Sword – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, Poems, Spirit PoemsTags: delve, let go, past, poem, push, seashell, sword, therapy, writing
Posted on June 22, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I’ve long struggled with my body and the way I see it. Having always been a bigger man, I’ve always felt like I didn’t belong in a world that likes to feature muscle men or gentlemen that are thinner in stature. I’m guilty of… Continue Reading “OH YEAH – On Being a Bear”
Category: Anthologies, OH YEAH, PoemsTags: Bear, Bearskin Lodge Press, Body Image, depression, Love, OH YEAH, poem, Poems, Poetry, Raymond Luczak, self-love, 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 February 25, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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He says one word to me. “Birds.” I’ve seen him wandering the halls of my dreams and when I try to engage him in conversation, all he says is that one word. I wonder what the word means to him, or if it should… Continue Reading “Birds – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: art, bird, birds, Clarity, future, let go, move on, Movement, neurodiverse, One word, past, Poetry, present, writing