Biography
b. in the east in the year of the Monkey and raised by the sounds of Puerto Rican rhumba and corner-held saxophone players landed in los angeles no angels there weary she turned to punk, went to art school, became a teacher and then split for a middle ground where she could see the sky and brave being an adult and where she could hide inside quietly anonymously waiting and finally her own self discovered and free today she moves the words she writes out of her shaking her bones shaking off the veilofamyth that still tries to wrap her in definition
Samples
I am a dreamer a reveilleur. A loner among wolves. The deer that stalks the gun. The gun that stalks the sky. I cast many shadows upon the places of fear I agree with you in order that you may agree with yourself. I ramble on about things that bear no connection to what is being said, But it always has a purpose. In the crevices of our conversation I said things Not always heard.
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Blog entries by Gina Mae Jarvi
For you - in winter (01/04/2016)
A Slipper in the Sand (01/03/2016)
Zen/Anger (31/05/2015)
Winter's debate with spring (15/06/2013)
A Map (24/05/2012)
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Comments
Thank you, Ann ~ I am letting my poems out for a spell... to give them a bit of fresh air. It's been a long while. I hope it inspires me to pick up the practice again. I am enjoying this site. I thank you for your welcome.
Hi Gina - welcome to WOL. I really like your use of language - hope you put some more poems in the blog section.
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Julian (Admin)
Wed 19th Jun 2013 14:42
and heard things not always said, it seems.
A poem held by the corner, an intriguing fragment of some larger work perhaps? As does Ann, I enjoy your facility with language.