Jeannie Blogs

day after

spoken word #7

Gratitude for when i commence

babies climb with me over the fence

daylight turned on

brain compression gone

only one small dent

warning me not to court sorrow

 

A mere micro dot of ache remains

if i succumb

an increase in pain

succumbing means thumbing through tough times again

. . .

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October 24, 2019

wise words

spoken word #6

she was mine

we had a picnic

spring will come again

a woman with it

rock yourself to sleep now

it's a whole life thing

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October 14, 2019

caramel is the flavour

spoken word #5

caramel is the flavour

i associate with butterscotch the colour

from the pumpkin month of october

when i met brady my secret lover

made sense to me and no-one

anyway i lost her

 

brady was a woman

rapt with her attention

square-jawed and wide-fingered

gave me one perfect season

an athlete and a . . .

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August 23, 2019

toronto

spoken word #4

in the diamond light of toronto

so many windows to look out

there is the overlay that can be seen naked

what was taken and what was left to mount

also a childhood story

she holds to no account

 

behind all of that stands one tree

the tree is growing against a fence

the fence harbours a school . . .

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August 23, 2019

second coming

spoken word #3

i made a private and failed attempt

to broker a me of better extent

so that every ride in the hereon after

the circus tent

the carnie's laughter

would be unforgettable

 

i wanted to encapsulate for all of us

the loneliness of wandering

this greyhound bus

a community never found that was good enough . . .

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August 15, 2019

girls

spoken word #2

i was your best friend and we liked to complain about your brother Stuart 

who bossed us    the truth is yours was a family where girls were got and 

boys took the lot    nothing did happen though when you walked into your

family's upstairs bathroom found a guest with his penis pointing outward

. . .

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August 15, 2019

my brother's keeper

spoken word #1

in the 80s country

where his young heart lives on

the smell of dinner

television strong

my mother in her criminal element

is kind to him alone

 

what not to love

never to be replaced

everything to remember 

in the cold light of day

even the yellow light he switches now in the hall

is . . .

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August 09, 2019

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