Life Goes On

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. I am so sorry. I’m one of those people that tend to disappear from social media and I don’t give much thought about it. In an age when we can be connected all the time, it is difficult to balance life in the flesh and life on line. I’m sorry you lost your friend. May your grieving be a healing experience.

    • Jesi says:

      Thank you Ken. I’m very much the same. I can take time away from everything. I go quiet. Every so often I just need to get away and recharge. But this time it wasn’t that reason though I wish it was.

  2. A beautiful tribute. Sorry for your loss x

  3. lrconsiderer says:

    Oh Jesi I’m so sorry you lost such an important person from your life. That’s atrocious that no-one checked on her, and so sad 🙁 THIS is why we all need connections. Poor Big Son. I’m so sad for him, too 🙁 Your poem is beautiful but I’ve a feeling those positive last notes may take a while to feel. Take all the time you need <3

    • Jesi says:

      Thanks Lizzi. I’m ok. I fluctuate between anger and sadness. I’m mostly concerned now for Big Son. They were very close. He is her sole heir. Everything goes to him. That’s how much she loved him. And he’s taking it hard.

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