Posted on March 25, 2025
by Jamieson Wolf
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The light above mirror flickered. “I’m not listening to anything you have to say.” Devon said. The lights blinked on and off as if they were trying to talk to him in morose code. Devon knew that it was morose code, so he looked… Continue Reading “Belong To You – A Short Story”
Category: Short StoriesTags: Accept Yourself, AI, Artificial Intelligence, Belong to You, companionship, Dating, Electricity, Fiction, Jamieson Wolf, Love, Lust, Men, self-love, short story, spirit, The Perfect Body, writing
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 December 2, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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As the contract has now been signed, I can announce that my novel Minotaur will be published by Rebel Satori Press in 2025! Huzzah! I’m so thrilled and beyond happy to be starting this new journey! The novel will be published under their Queer… Continue Reading “Minotaur Coming in 2025!”
Posted on October 12, 2024
by Jamieson Wolf
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I came out to myself, first. It happened in the forest that I would retreat to when I closed my eyes. There was a word for people like me. The crows would call out the name to each other and it sounded like home.… Continue Reading “The Star Among the Trees – A Poem”
Category: Covid Poems, PoemsTags: destroy, Fear, Gay, glare, hate, hurt, judge, Mirror, misunderstand, mock, national coming out day, poem, Poetry, point, Queer, ridicule, self hat, Self love, star, stare, writing
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