Jamieson Wolf's Blog, page 48

Brighter Than The Sun – A Poem

Our love grows like a tree. It bloomed from a seed that was planted the moment I first saw you. The tree grew, watered by that love, helped it thrive. Every time you told me that you loved me, a branch grew. Each time...

The Lucky Ladies Soup Kitchen – A Flash Fiction Story

The compass caught the light and made it look as if Alexander was holding the sun. “You’re sure it’s in there?” Basil asked. Alexander shrugged. “This compass has never lied before. It’s always led us to where we need to be. “ “Yes, but...

Love Within a Sea of Stars – A Poem

I never thought that a love like ours was possible. I always thought that it belonged within the storybooks, that it didn’t have a place in real life. Now, I know different. Whenever I hear your voice, my body sings along with it. Whenever...

I’m not F**king Brave

Originally posted on Spoonie Authors Network:
Just to set the record straight, I’m not brave, okay? I live with spastic cerebral palsy (CP) and relapse-and-remitting multiple sclerosis (MS). I can’t count the number of people who have called me brave. I always smile and…

Lust and Lemonade – The Movie!

Hey Everyone! Check out this piece of awesomeness! It’s a brand new book trailer created for me by Cait Gordon (who is also awesome). It makes my novel, Lust and Lemonade, look even more epic than before! Click play and enjoy! You can get...

The Bright Star of Change – A Poem

With great change comes uncertainty, that moment where we feel as if we are balancing on the edge of a precipice. We have but two choices: to stay where we are or to move forward, to leap off of that edge and let the...

Singing the Spirit Song – A Poem

When I look inside myself, I see many things: There is a pathway that runs through a terrain that twists and turns over mountain dessert, through meadows and glades, and traces a finger over water in the shape of a bridge. It is never...

A Dream Made Flesh – A Short Story

She clutched at the shawl around her head. “You should have used a pin to hold that in place, or something.” Costa said, unhelpfully. Looking at him, Annigail stuck out her tongue. “You’re one to talk. You’re fucking invisible.” “All the better to observe...

The Gift Within the Darkness by Brian D. Calhoun

There are all kinds of death. A job could end suddenly, a friendship could drift apart or perhaps a marriage falters. There is also the ending of a life; death happens all around us and all throughout our lives. How do you cope with...

The Journey That Has Become My Life – A Poem

The journey that has become my life has taken me on many twists and turns, the path guiding me over hills and into gullies, past gardens and meadows that sat alongside abandoned buildings, their windows crushed into glittering sand. The journey that has become...