That is my reflection appearing in glass and this art is now up to date, just complete Wed., Jun. 22, 2022, photo today. Little changes made by clarifying the text in black ink, clear glue, background white, card pasted onto it with the little gathered pressed flowers, this way to emphasize the brightness of the…… Continue reading With My Hands: Flowers Found, Pressed, and Preserved, and A Little Ink Design from My Pen
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Capricious by May Ziadeh
A poem written by May Ziadeh under her pen-name I Copia from her first book of poetry, Flowers of a Dream, Fleurs de Reve (1911), translated by me from the French into English. When I’d come upon this book of poetry of hers online by surprise last May, I’d decided to read just one poem before bed and…… Continue reading Capricious by May Ziadeh
Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day
I do this too…(I liked finding this illustrated at The Boston Fine Arts Museum, my own photo of this artwork I saw there)…with my silver aluminum water canteen and poetry book, and a rock to sit on. Friday, May 27th, 2022 Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi I think I’d really confused and worked…… Continue reading Books and Art: Sifting Through for the Best of Rumi, Kahlil Gibran Scare, and My Creative Plan for the Day
May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat
library corner this afternoon by the window This morning I was very excited to take out the newest flower that had been pressed for a month in a closed book on the shelf (without me intentionally looking; one day I opened the book to read and happened to see it; placed it back.) 🤫It’s a…… Continue reading May 7th… Mother’s Day…Bedroom Retreat
From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
Prose poetry was the form author May Ziadeh was best known for in her own time, and which I myself noticed instantly as I’d read this particular type of poetry of hers how it felt supremely desirable. A few passages I’d like to share from Fleurs de Rêve beginning with the introduction of the prose…… Continue reading From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
“The Castle Tower”
The Castle Tower a pantoum by Jade Nicole Beals You’ve said I am entwined with the numberless. The castle tower trades its lace for the sky. All night, the tower climbs in secret, spinning its uppermost lace into the finest clouds. Please place your hands upon mine. The castle tower trades its lace for the…… Continue reading “The Castle Tower”
“I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”
featured photo is a painting by Franz Marc, “Birds” (1914) I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird by Jade Nicole Beals for May Ziadeh (b. 1886 – 1941) I was very disturbed when what I’d found logical what could explain all this is that I could’ve been a bird before this. A canary, your…… Continue reading “I Wondered if I Had Been a Bird”
“A Villanelle for the Times”
You might remember when I was writing a villanelle poem, wanting to try another traditional form, as I’d written my first ghazal at the time and a sonnet, but I didn’t like the draft or that particular form for the idea. I transformed that villanelle into a ghazal, and I was happy with that latest…… Continue reading “A Villanelle for the Times”
A Mid-Literary Salon Mystery and then the Cats Close This Post
photo by me taken at the Fine Arts Museum, Boston. I liked this porcelain tea set out of the ceramic pottery. No, I cannot afford to buy it! At the Tuesday literary salon hosted at my home often we’ve enjoyed a segment of ”silent reading.” I’d imaginatively considered for fun if the salon host, May…… Continue reading A Mid-Literary Salon Mystery and then the Cats Close This Post
Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that…… Continue reading Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
It’s Been A Little Quiet Here—Let’s Hear Some Music!
*I know this may not be scientifically possible in terms of shuffle algorithms that I don’t know much about, but for this, think not science, but sentiment!!* 😊💕💗🎼😇😊* From the first music playlist on my YouTube channel (which I began by sharing a public playlist of me reading favorite poems of other authors aloud), I…… Continue reading It’s Been A Little Quiet Here—Let’s Hear Some Music!
Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible
My two poems, “This Ring” and “Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance” are in print today in the latest issue of Indelible, an online literary and arts magazine, Issue #6, “The Feminine.” To read my two poems in Indelible, click This Ring and Other Poem, by Jade…… Continue reading Two Poems of Mine Published in Indelible
Author and Poet, May Ziadeh’s Birthday
Happy birthday, Mayy! 😊💕136 never looked so good! (…and that is earth yrs.) 😊🎊 … b. Feb. 11, 1886 in Nazareth, lived in Egypt and Lebanon, d. Oct. 17, 1941 in Cairo. May Elias Ziadeh was a writer and editor, author of poetry, biographies and fiction, knew nine languages, was a speaker, translator, and tutor,…… Continue reading Author and Poet, May Ziadeh’s Birthday
May Days 😉
Jan. 19, 2022 Last night was a struggle; I said good night to Jesus, told May I’d like to sing for her as soon as I am able…This morning, the sky. My gaze was looking downward awhile, drinking a cup of tea, then singing, suddenly looked up: I sent the sky so many kisses; I…… Continue reading May Days 😉
Considering Love Made Seen
January 6, 2022 photos at sunrise for May Ziadeh My smile is because you delight me and more; I smile to delight you more. May anyone around me enjoy my smile too, feel the warmth you’d set within me, it could spread. I have been talking too much, my sacred treasures sometimes beyond the language…… Continue reading Considering Love Made Seen
Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
light from one candle lights another, how Love makes you happier, has you love more…~Jade “Yes, I am a lady of incendiary destiny,” writes May Ziadeh in her own words in a letter of her lifetime.One day I said quietly in reply in my living room, ”I like you fiery, May; I like you as…… Continue reading Midnight Christmas Eve, A True Tale of Poetry
Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More
Tuesday and Wednesday mornings…back to back blush. Did you guess right? Would I choose a new book or one to reread? I chose Northanger Abbey, a novel to reread from many years ago, and I don’t remember the story, but it is delightful, and I’ll read more of it today. Jane Austen completed it in…… Continue reading Blushing Mornings, Angels, A 246th Yr Birthday Woman, and More
All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
It is the day, Dec. 1st, in my calendar; it’s been a month of a book I’ve had holding these newest dream flowers and remaining closed ’til this morning, these flowers found and preserved for author May Ziadeh, with affection, after the title of her first poetry book in French, a new delight of mine…… Continue reading All These Dream Flowers Displayed on Their Porcelain Plate
My Fun Critique of The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani, First Novel in English by An Arab-American Author
November 2021 I often almost forget the Pisces moon in my sign, but last night I glimpsed its sweet glimmering through the slim hallway window, still tall enough for me to see the moon aglow up high and the rain shimmering around it, before bed. *~ (This is my introduction that connects the book to…… Continue reading My Fun Critique of The Book of Khalid by Ameen Rihani, First Novel in English by An Arab-American Author
Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud
Let’s just do words, no pictures today. 😊 The new book I began is incredibly good, by the author Ameen Rihani I’d discovered listed as one of the very few of May Ziadeh’s literary colleagues (or of people she knew in general) who had helped get her out of the horrific mental asylum in Lebanon…… Continue reading Got On A Boat In A Book I Found, Made Me Laugh Aloud