• Poetry

    Some Days I Feel This Way

    The Gorgon By Jesi Scott He called me Medusa, though I’ve no locks of snakes to grace my head, and I’ve two strong legs with which I walk, not slither, from room to room.   I spurned his advances, the god-man, deity-son; now am I ridiculed, feared, cursed by his vengeance.   Why, when all flee my stare, can I not look at my own reflection and turn myself into stone? 00

  • Poetry

    Youth’s A Stuff Will Not Endure

    Bittersweet By Jesi Scott What I remember most are his eyes like the Texas skies in winter when the sun shines after the snow falls and covers the browned leaves, the grey-green boughs of the evergreen trees. How those eyes sparkled, lit from within from some hidden sunbeam he carried in his soul, and how they smiled at me, and tried to see through the walls I erected to hide my heart from the world.   What I remember most are his hands, mine in his, his covering mine, trying to keep warm against the cold night air, both his hands pulling me into his arms in the privacy of…

  • Writing

    Inspiration Strikes When You Least Expect It

    I’m working on a new project. I’m excited! I can’t wait to see how this goes. Or how far. Kind of curious to see if I can pull this off. Character names are going to change later so I don’t have to keep them straight. For now, enjoy a snippet of what I hope to make the first chapter. xo Jesi   Snippet from I Love You All the Same by Jesi Scott   Beth thought it was a heart attack. Denise pronounced it a definite stroke. Their predictions didn’t matter to me, really; the causation was the issue, and both my sisters and I knew the fault was mine.…

  • Poetry

    Prisoner of War

    Prisoner of War By Jesi Scott Would that I could turn my anguish into clouds, Then ask the wind to blow it away. This pain tears, and rakes its claws through my tortured brain, My skin cracked and bleeding, My already once sewn-up heart ripped again at the seams. And it’s more than I can bear, Beaten and broken, I cower at your feet. I cry mercy, please, what have I done? Satiate yourself on my weakness- I surrender- Take your pleasure in knowing you win.   Oh god, I am not strong enough for this- Anesthetize me so I don’t have to feel this torment; Cloud my brain with…

  • Poetry

    Dark August Suits My Dark Heart

    This poem is not my own. It’s by Derek Walcott, and it suits me today. The first lines in the the first two stanzas especially hit me hard in the chest, like a sledgehammer. I am the sun in this poem. My only hope lies in the rest of the poem. Learning to love someone’s darkness as much as you love their light is a hard lesson, and one that does have it’s rewards. But sometimes, the darkness is too overwhelming and their demons are too much for one person to bear. Especially when that one person is fighting their own demons and cannot understand what they did to be…

  • Poetry

    I Do NOT Condone Drinking As a Writing Tool…BUT…

    Inspiration (according to the Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary): : something that makes someone want to do something or that gives someone an idea about what to do or create : a force or influence that inspires someone : a person, place, experience, etc., that makes someone want to do or create something : a good idea (?) Full Definition of INSPIRATION 1 a :  a divine influence or action on a person believed to qualify him or her to receive and communicate sacred revelation b :  the action or power of moving the intellect or emotions c :  the act of influencing or suggesting opinions 2 :  the act of drawing…

  • OctPoWriMo,  Poetry

    Love is…

    Alright, darn it…I knew this prompt was coming. Raise your hand if you are just waiting to see what I write about love. Rod, put your hand down, we all know you are. (~wink) Sigh. Okay. Here we go. I write about love often, believe it or not. CJ has read a few. Love is probably the most written about feeling in poetry. The beginnings of love, the ending of it, the longing for it, describing it, etc. The challenge for today, though, was to write about what phase we are in in a relationship, past loves, new love, and ending loves. I cringed when I saw this. I’ve put…

  • Thoughts,  Writing

    Practice Writing: At First Glance

    This past Sunday, Amanda (the lady who runs our writing group) asked us what we would like to improve about our writing. I said, basically, that I’d like to be able to just sit down and write. Distractions keep me from completing a story. Whether it’s tearing after the Tornado who’s getting into something, or social media sites, or even just my phone, there’s always something that grabs my attention. That doesn’t mean that when I sit down and write I don’t accomplish anything. When I am writing, I get into a zone and once I’m going I can write for hours. My problem is that I can’t write for…