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Little Honey Sweetens The Flame is poetry written from a place of passion and vibrancy; I’ve found this way of being can sweeten even sad things. These are sensual poems, spiritual ones, poems of looking at oneself, and of gazing outward, a way of knowing other people, and of glimpsing nature.


Two poems in the book specifically go together. They are “Bright As The Hills (A Painter’s Confession)” and “Out of the Portrait.” They are spaced out in the book, but you will see how “Out of the Portrait” written later (by eight years) responds to “Bright As The Hills (A Painter’s Confession)” and includes echoing words to link the two poems.


I wrote this poem in the book inspired by the life of Van Gogh, and I wrote it before the Van Gogh craze started this year. 😉 

This Too

Lone Van Gogh doting
scent of jasmine 
breezing through weightless lungs,  never drying. 

A soft-eyed, lovely, 
shadowy woman, Glasina is juxtaposed 
with a grim-lipped minister near a stark  
white armoire, crumbling, speckled, (never.) 

“How do I go?” 
The long ago, “No, nay, never”  
swirling into heavy white paint,  
the stooped over father 
looking down at his son 
who is peering into the twilit house saying, 
gone, she must go, has gone. 

Then the green grew, overtook him, enclosing him.  
Lone Van Gogh in Arles, olive trees untouched, 
lungs weightless, leaves barely crumbling, 
yellow, blue, mauve– 
somewhere looking as if 
on the other side of a clear lake 
(lungs above water) 
at the greening earth seeing beyond blood 
the revolver long silent 
his once blasted chest. 

She shed the river reeds  
and rose above them.  
The two of them saying,  
(again and again) 
“This, too, 
must be, shall be 

Jade Nicole Beals 

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