Rest in Peace Ursula Le Guin. You left us sad ~ but so much richer.


“Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky. —The Creation of Éa”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.”

“We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.”

“Go on and do your work. Do it well. It is all you can do.”

Ursula K. Le Guin On ‘Starting Late’ as a Writer





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2018 or Happy New Year….running a little late.

New Year!

New Me!
Nope, just the old me with new socks…
Ahh well
I am a little more honest in my resolutions nowadays….I mean (eyes wide open) What could I possibly improve on?
Humility you say? 
Just kidding.
There is Much room for improvement but that does not happen by List. Although Lord knows I have tried.
I have created some truly awe inspiring lists….but that’s an obsession / story for another day.
Here’s what I know for sure about me in 2018:
  • There will be writing, there will be a new book out soon (or two!). 
  • There will be traveling and tea and the worst ever puns. There will be sarcasm and tears and laughter and Prosecco and dark chocolate hidden in the desk drawers for “emergencies”.
  • There will be lists.
  • Oh yes…..there WILL be lists.
Wishing you all the best and brightest of 2018 
and, above all, I wish everyone Peace.
~ Jaye
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It’s right there….there.

My hands could clutch it and I could run run run


not looking behind because,

as everyone knows,

that’s when you fall,

that’s when the monsters get you…


you are the monster.

So close I could smell it,

almost taste it.

There’s no one looking,

no camera blinking,

could this be the moment?

But once again I think too long,

and too crookedly,

thinking around corners that aren’t geometrically possible.

Over thinking would be a relief…

What I do is full immersion think.

I don’t just dream in the language,

I thirst and anguish and stomachache and breathe in and out

in the language of a fallen world,

which – so far – hasn’t even twitched yet,

but in my farseeing head has already burned,

the ashes smudging my face and collecting in my throat

the cough shaking my already trembling frame…


And still,

it hangs there before my eyes.

And all the planning and practice and preparation,

and fear,

in the world,

won’t budge it…

Unless I lift my hand.

Until I lift my hand.







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Alone in the Room


Look at me!
they cry
waving to the music
and the laughter…
I’m alone in a room.

The party is always in another place,
the welcome mat is never outside of my door.
My mailbox is empty,
and when I don’t open the curtains for three days
and have learned to live without the light,
no one notices.
Once in a while I find a place on the couch
near the music and the wine,
try to absorb and blend
and relax.
But when the smile starts to hurt,
and the tears threaten
to fall,
too fast and too often,
I know that I’m better off,
 back in the room,
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A Jolly Good Fellow

For he’s a jolly good fellow…


Everyone knows he’s a great guy,

it’s just his humor,

you’re too sensitive

you’re too emotional

and why were you there then,

why were you wearing that

and what did you think would happen?

For he’s a jolly good fellow…


It’s a mans world, 

a dog eat dog world,

you need to toughen up,

lighten up,

learn to take a joke,

just a joke,

it’s just a joke…

Boys will be boys. 

A woman’s place, 

a woman’s burden, 

a women’s prerogative is to change her mind

but that doesn’t mean we have to listen heh heh… 

Her lips said no but her eyes told me yes.

Which nobody can deny…

Don’t hit your pretty little head on that glass ceiling,

it might muss your hair,

and while you’re at it can I get some coffee.


You’re too hot to be single,

sweetie honey babe…

But I already bought you dinner,

you’re not a tease are you?

You’re not a feminist are you?

You’re not a dyke are you? You are? Can I watch?

Which nobody can deny…

Calm down.



Jeez is it that time of the month?

I warned her…

She was warned.

She was Warned.

For he’s a jolly good fellow,

And so say all of us…



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The Word Peddler



I once was blind but now I see, 

through the braille of my words and a strangers hand. 

Am I a busker or do I just sing to myself

in that space between me and them?

Where does the music come from?


A poet is a storyteller without the cloak and sore feet,

carrying the songs in a backpack of traditions,

stuffed sausage tight with beginning scraps,

one who scrambles after the departing crowd

to pick up discarded endings, 

blown flapping into corners, tattered and worn.

Some like thin and sour wine made from hate filled grapes

that sting the hands.

Leech the poison my dear companion,

fellow traveller,

 or risk losing a finger to the venom…


A poets treasure is in their words

but words are capricious things….

They fly at you in the night 

waking you with their need and their burning,

then carelessly fade when brought out again,

their devotion quickly turned,

sloughed off like old skin,

and the space in between me and them

empties and echoes with the loss,

the cold growing into a place of no traversing,

an icefield unsteady underfoot,

leading you on…



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I owe you….

I owe you a blog post. Or two….

And some poems.  I have approximately 70002 half done ones (no exaggeration…well…maybe a little) some of which I will share with you Gentle Readers as soon as they are finished and others which will be in the new book coming out in 2018. HOW DID WE GET TO 2018 SO FAST???? It was just Y2K with all the angst and stockpiling. (not ONE. SINGLE. ATM spit money at me….still peeved about that)

Anyway I owe you some stuff. And I will get to it sooner rather than later  – I promise. Pinky swear.

I am just overwhelmed right now. I mean….no. NOT overwhelmed.

Of course not. I am cool and unruffled as ever. *wince*

I am ……being chased by ummmmm  errrrrr… Wild animals. No….not just wild animals….raging ALIEN wild animals. No…..



that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  Knids-n-me.

In the meantime,

I wish you all peace.


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