{poems and prose}

“…we don’t have to see eye to eye, to appreciate each other’s point of view, as with all humans, and all evolution.”


{sapience} why do i think writing is a worthy pastime? putting my thoughts on paper, will help someone overcome theirs? words are air; nothing of sustenance can be derived from them. but my spirit confides in me otherwise. –e.l. jayne

‘…an intense and holy poetry.’

“The old Intuit say the breath of a god and the breath of a human, when commingled, cause a person to create an intense and holy poetry.” –Clarissa Pinkola Estes from Women Who Run With Wolves

{poker face}

{poker face} i have to stop myself, from writing an excerpt to explain my poetry, because that’s the beauty of it. like the silence of a cliffhanger, it’s open for your interpretation, for what you choose to hear, not what i want you to hear. –e.l. jayne

{honest context}

{honest context} i blended myself into one color, of the imminent intersecting reality of beauty and pain, howbeit, as time would tell, i was left to dry up on the palette, to ruminate on why they won’t push pause for you, burn it to flames i can’t take anymore; my poems aren’t a cry for…


{unversed} why did i think the wolves, who roamed this territory before me, didn’t know how to survive? oh how naive of me to believe, I already knew a better way to thrive. –e.l. jayne


{nostalgia} i look at myself in the photo, not because i wish to look at myself, but because i remember the doubt behind my smile, the anxiety behind my eyes, the questions that ran through my mind, although I can’t detach myself from those feelings, i discern the distance i’ve traveled. –e.l. jayne