Almost That Time of Year

Jesi Kay

Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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9 Responses

  1. lrconsiderer says:

    YESSSSSSSSSSSSSssssss

    • Jesi says:

      ok, don’t do that…snakes freak me the frakk out.

      • lrconsiderer says:

        LOL why? I love them 😉

        • Jesi says:

          Oh…I don’t know…maybe because when I was in the fourth grade my stepdad moved us to the country and we had rattlesnakes all over the property we lived on…and I was nearly bitten once. Yeah…they freak me out. LOL

          • lrconsiderer says:

            okay rattlesnakes sound a bit vicious. I’ll concede that.

            • Jesi says:

              Yes and thank you. BUT, I will have you know I am trying to overcome that fear…about two years ago I went to the zoo with Jack, who was 8 at the time and we visited the herpetarium. He walked right up to the guy who was holding a snake and touched the thing without fear. And then he asked me to do the same thing. How could I say no? So I did and I have a pic to prove it.

              • lrconsiderer says:

                YAY! It might depend on the snake, then. My first experience with a snake was when I was very young – an education session at a local wildlife centre which my mum had taken us to.

                He was a tiny, tiny grass snake and he wound himself around and in-between my fingers and looked at me with tiny intelligent, onyx-chip eyes, and flickered a little black tongue at me.
                The man said that he was smelling me, and tasting me, and that he liked me.

                And I looked into his bright black eyes and fell in love.

                • Jesi says:

                  Lucky you! I wish I’d had that experience. It sounds like it would have made a much bigger difference to me. My only experience with a grass snake was my male cousins throwing a dead one on me. Yeah, snakes and me…we have issues. LOL

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