Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

Good morning, the sun is warm to bathe in, the air is cool, the scent of coffee made by a neighbor drifts in the air and the bird calls are so quick, until one bird sings longer, more loudly, and complexly; the coffee aroma drifts near, drifts away, wind in the trees. My eyes are…… Continue reading Pick Your Dream to Slip Within

This Saturday Morning—Welcome, Why Not Step Inside

Last night as I had just sat down to read awhile before bed, in the corner of my eye, I saw the color and sheen of the sky and stood. Such lovely gold in the center surrounded by rose and blue. I think I know who painted that. I thought, the rose is my favorite…… Continue reading This Saturday Morning—Welcome, Why Not Step Inside

Sweetly Had You Come to Meet Me in the Night?

Last night I read the many handwritten poems and then again the latest poem of my own that I had written during the full moon party and had not remembered ’til then how I’d concluded it, these days of having been pulled into a poetry cove awhile and then coming back up onto the slightly…… Continue reading Sweetly Had You Come to Meet Me in the Night?

Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light

The moon has made its way into Aquarius, which was the sign May Ziadeh was born (who you have seen make a presence in the posts in the recent weeks; I let people and things be where they find themselves within my heart.) She was born on February 11, 1886, a hundred years before my…… Continue reading Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light

My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon

I stepped inside the bedroom with my glossy blue paper box designed with silhouettes of some elegant people and around them an ornate golden border. Inside the box, I store the only two surviving handwritten journals of mine, one from a few years gone that was very hard to read but is fine to be…… Continue reading My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon

I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out

When I had found this book and looked within, I fell into a shallow sea and settled into the water, resting comfortably upon wet sand, as if not yet to come back out. I had not yet read the poems or any books by this author, and I am translating them from French into English, with…… Continue reading I Am Happy Here; I Have Yet To Come Back Out

May I Ask Who You Are And What You Write?

I was happy to receive a request for an interview on NFReads.com, where I tell about my writing, me, my books, and inspirations. Here you can read my replies and for the sake of simplicity, I summed up each question asked in my response, each new answer signaled with an asterisk *. Interview With Author Jade…… Continue reading May I Ask Who You Are And What You Write?