Tag: prose poetry
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A Poetry Reading: Four Recent Poems I Wrote and Read Aloud
For relaxation and winding down before bed or anytime, or just to listen to poetry spoken, I have read aloud a few prose poems I wrote over the span of a few months. You can listen to me read them, the links show the text of each poem, and the third I’d reread is a […]
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“Acknowledgment”
“Acknowledgment” by Jade Nicole Beals (poem read) Because I wanted to surprise you with my contrast to the idea that not everyone you meet in the day wants to give you something—make you a cup of coffee, or tea with a teaspoon of fresh tea leaves, show you my art originals. I have a ton […]
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Angel
December 23, 2022 It is a great storm of rain and winds, and I am resting fully, often sleeping, being healed gradually, with a calm, glowing expression I feel, ‘though little voice. And then the sun brightens, so brightly, I let my eyes open; it is so luxurious. It does not look like I will […]
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Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
(my own photo) The most moving novel I’ve read this year, and the most recent one I’ve added to my own home library. Song of Solomon (1977) had been a favorite of mine around the year 2004, and somehow I could not remember anything about it at all but that I had read it and […]
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“Dream Catcher”
“Dream Catcher” by Jade Nicole Beals hear me read the poem: You are a few years younger than me, and you’d already felt much wiser. I remember when you sent me a poem; I thought, is this by William Shakespeare? It can’t be for me? It is so good. It was in the days of […]
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“Your Name”
(a prose poem) by Jade Nicole Beals I’d loved your name as soon as I’d seen it, like I knew it would be yours. One night I dreamed you, it was finally you, I see you were pretty envied for how beautiful you are, I wanted to be your friend, and let the jealous have […]
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[vision]
a dream vignette prose poem A turning comes within my chest within within my chest the heart within the heart within: closed eyes comes a vision: a child, a little girl wearing a straight white neat dress she looks about seven, her features ring familiar; but whose child is this? I know her face, whose […]
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A Letter between author May Ziadeh and Friend, with My Own Line of Literary Critique
an excerpt from Intimate Pages, Part Two, with dedication to her friend Sidonie Ripperger, in May’s first book of poetry in French, Fleurs de Reve, Flowers of a Dream: …You end your letter by complaining that you are a young girl, not a young man. You are a little right; women have been called “the […]
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Kinds of Poems for the Future and About the First Poem I Ever Wrote
I find I actually have 2 possible poetry projects saved in two folders and forming for the future. One is for free verse and traditional form poetry, and the other is for prose poetry, like this one that began as two separate free writes. There are also haiku and tanka, which could fit in somewhere […]
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Re: Body and Mind
…If your mind is boring you, enter the physical body and atmosphere: put on an outfit you feel like wearing, adjust the clothes comfortably, moisturize, tie a soft hair tie around your hair, notice it didn’t come as a finished ring, and position the tie around your hair, tightly and loosely, comb loose strands with […]
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Morningtime My New Place to Pray, to be Shown
I sit bedside to pray on my cushion this Sunday morning; it’s I love you if you want it transcribed; the rest, a caress of my body and mind. Jade
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Bringing Calm with Arranging Books with Honeybear…A Milk and Honey Moisturizer
November 2, 2022 My books were greatly out of order, book 2 showing before book 1 of a series, poetry, non-fiction, novel in a row…But I found that a little fun. I wanted to bring some calm and beauty and simplicity to the bookcase and my mind this afternoon…I also spaced the books a little […]
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It Was Sweet, It All Renewed Me, Pt. 2
Everyone has trials, but not everyone has these, and coming through them, I am not afraid at all to be deep; it is necessary…You hear my deep thoughts and you believe in me; you see me floating on the water and you know I am not drowning us…You smile often, my face is warmer because […]
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Indoors, Mostly Forget the Sky for Now, Pt. 1
October 29, 2022, 8 pm night For tonight, let’s be indoors…Close and roll down the blinds, open partway, the stars are lit just a little, lamplights for relaxation and silent reading. I raced you to the chair: I think I got there first, am very fast. I like how you have better jokes. 😉 last […]
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“Dhakeeyun”
OCTOBER 23, 2022 As a quick, clear comprehension of something deep that’s been spoken. The title “Keys” I’d first wrote was similar, and even in the singular, the “key” still sounds to me like something is locked up and irretrievable, which is the opposite of what I’d meant to express. In this poem, it’s “no […]
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Just Because
… 2. One line poem in a minute or less: How do I word this: I want to enjoy a dessert that has not yet existed; I want to kiss as a practice. 😘 (The post’s title is an implied last line of this poem’s first line I’d not known I was going to write, […]
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“Unfinished Proposition”
Lately I’ve been writing more poems than I can hold out in my hands, but I wouldn’t tear them out of yours either. I’ve really just wanted to model my own clothing and loungewear that I kept maybe no mirrors or photography or even modeling, but, massaging lotion—I tell you again how the collection is […]
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May Ziadeh in MainGate Magazine, a short biography with titles of speeches she gave—and her poetry
My poet friend Hagop Kazazian sent me this article in a magazine from recent times: End Note Comments by me: —I wonder what she said about Columbus discovering America in her first speech at this college; I’d mention him myself often mostly metaphorically… —I believe her brother mentioned here died as a young child and […]
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From the Prose Poetry of Miss May Ziadeh, Chapter “Intimate Pages”
I have an idea for the blog to share my own little lines of literary critique of May’s writings (besides my book review of her poetry book, Fleurs de Reve Flowers of a Dream, 1911), the kind of attentiveness she valued in her own reviews and critiques, ’tho would’ve rarely in her time and place […]
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From Songs for Strangers and Pilgrims, Sealed, Signed, Love, Christina Rossetti
by Christina Rossetti … 19th century English poet Christina Rossetti was born on December 5, 1830 in London, United Kingdom, the youngest of the four Rossetti children. Her father was the poet, Gabriel Rossetti, an Italian exile, and her mother was Frances (Polidori) Rossetti, a British scholar who was sister of the friend and physician […]
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“Beside the Little Tray of Strawberries”
Beside the Little Tray of Strawberries The bath is ready, the lavender soap block rinsed into the water, and on the ledge, I’d placed a little tray of fresh strawberries also water rinsed, two slices of cucumber pairs to place upon my very tired closed eyes—My host and wiser editor reminds me of the beauty […]