On the Occasion of Getting the Results of a Biopsy
a poem by Jene’ Jackson
I lifted my eyes to the sky
after hearing “all clear”
at a dreaded follow up
To see two hawks
circling
between contrail X’s hallways
Dear Mom,
Happy Birthday, mamadear, on what would have been your 69th. I’m sitting here about to watch an Agatha Christie movie, whom you loved, eating beets then pecan shortbread, which you loved (as do I), end-of-week tired from
The kitchen is where my inner science geek and slapdashing artist get to dirty dance…pure alchemy.
Cooking has always given me energy, yes; but it also requires a focus, effort, and sense of play that I haven’t been able to
A little over two years ago, I told a story from the summer I wrote The Oat Project for a program here in Colorado Springs called The Story Project. Like The Moth Radio Hour out of New York City,
Right now, this minute, I’m sitting at my home-away-from-home coffee shop, in a tank top I got from a friend. This beautiful, blue, perfect-for-Blue-Moon-Day top has…well (am I really going to admit this in public?), has what we gals call
This is not complete.
It is not well-thought-out. Not planned. Not really even edited.
But it is me, now.
I have more to say on this, but that will come.
Love to you all (female and male). 🙂 Jene’