Jamieson Wolf's Blog, page 10

The Weight of You – A Poem

I bought you a t-shirt. When I saw it, I thought of you, but I will not be the one to give it to you. You have not spoken to me in twenty-seven years, over half my life. I don’t know why I thought...

Brushstrokes! – For Memories Art show

It’s almost time! My second art show is this weekend. It will take place on the 15th and 16th of July and run from 10am to 4pm on both Saturday and Sunday at 36 Chantilly Gate in Stittsville. The art show is in support...

To All The Men I Have Known – A Prose Poem

Dear ___________, I’ve thought about what I wanted to say to you for a long time. The words have been gathering in my head, taking up too much room. It’s time for me to let them go. Just like you, I don’t need them...

I’m Not Sorry – A Poem

“I’m so sorry,” These are the words I always hear. “Poor you,” Each time I hear these words, it’s like I’m having to fight all over again. “You must hate your life.” I didn’t always have a positive outlook,  wasn’t always filled with sparkles...

Stereotypical Hero – A Poem

You’re a stereotype, He said. Abuse survivor, gay, disabled. You are a stereotype given shape. I looked at him, wishing that I could shout, yell, scream, rant at him about what he said, and why it was wrong. Instead, I stayed calm. You forgot...

On Becoming Proud of Myself – An Essay

Content Warning: Bullying, Abuse, Suicide I haven’t always been proud of who I am. When I was in high school, I knew that I was gay, though the word that was thrown around was fag. I knew and I so desperately wanted to hide...

Safe in the Forest – A Poem

I find myself back at the edge of the forest. After taking only a few steps past the line of trunks who bend toward me as if welcoming me home do I realize that this is not my forest. The trees are fresh and...

Stars, Light and Wisdom – A Poem

*For Christine You are made of light. It shines outward and I know that it emanates from your spirit. You are the stars given shape, Spirit given form. Ove the years that I’ve known you, I’ve watched as your wings started to grow, hesitantly...

Smoke Memories – A Poem

I’m going through the photo album contained in my mind. I come across photos I’ve held onto, ones that show me from a past long ago. In the pictures, I look uncomfortable in the body that I’m expected to inhabit, one that came with...

Much Excite! with Cait Gordon

A little while ago, I had the honour of being on the first episode of Much Excite! with author extraordinaire Cait Gordon. I got to talk to her about my novel Queen of Swords and the path I have taken to tell the story....