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Ms. Joyce Pendants

Hi, All! Are any of you interested in healing crystals, wire-wrapped jewelry, spirituality, and the like?

Well, head over to my new website, Ms. Joyce Pendants. It showcases my handmade, wire-wrapped jewelry and includes information about crystals’ metaphysical properties.

My pendants are available for sale at my Etsy shop. Please take a look. Use the coupon code BLOG2 to get a 10% discount off your order! (Free shipping in the U.S. $5.00 shipping to Canada. Discount does not apply to shipping cost.) The code expires December 31, 2016. Feel free to share the code.

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Enjoy and thanks!

Citrine Pendants

Rose Quartz Pendants

Clear Quartz Pendants

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© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2016

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a poet

i reach in
pull it out
set it on the table

no body armor
no plexiglass
no breastbone

just muscle
and flesh
and words

my heart

presented
displayed
risked
humbled
exulted
demeaned
revealed

it walks
it talks
it breathes
it runs
it plays
it’s sick
it laughs
it loves
it grieves
it dies

personified

it’s arrogant
it’s soft
it’s hard
it’s mine

it’s me
synecdoche

it’s life
a metaphor

a toy
a tool
a scapegoat
an excuse
an example
a ninja
a monster
a virgin
a celibate
a lover

the whore
i pimp
who makes no money

this is my heart
i say

in our manufactured world
please believe
the lie
the truth
the words
the banality
the poetry of it

© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2013

Party Girls

gently peeling the skin
off a bad day
in youth so cool
we girls
we tiptoed in
at daylight
concealing
the joy we lived
that night

we naive girls
we were
makeup applied
in bad lighting
one cheek too red
embarrassed silence
is electric
gently peeling the skin
off a bad day

we bad girls
first go round
the block
we laugh
in the dark
at the feel of hands
but soon speak
strong words
to stop the car
at the red light
to escape unscathed
the joy we lived
that night

we quiet girls
drop to our knees
and howl at
a silent moon
we teach ourselves
early on
to keep it going
make them stay
gently peeling the skin
off a bad day

we party girls
full of life
blind to the future
sclera white as white
as stars so cool
so serious
the joy we live
at night

our mothers
long before
the throne
on which
they parcel out
our future
curse us with their
nervous laughter
damn our mothers
we never knew
back then they
gently peeled the skin
off a bad day
lived the joy of
the night

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NaPoWriMo Day 20. The NaPoWriMo prompt was to take a poem that already exists and rewrite it so that each line is the opposite of the original. Believe it or not, this is my opposite of Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas. Go figure.

Please visit this list of my poet friends who are also doing the poem-a-day challenge. They are worth the look. I’m inspired by them daily. Contact me if you want to be added to the list.

© Sweepy Jean and Sweepy Jean Explores the (Webby) World, 2012

Is Poetry Fiction or Non-Fiction?

Up until now, I hadn’t really considered this question because the answer seems obvious. In my view, at least, of course poetry is fiction.

But recently, as I am promoting my little ebook of poems, the obvious answer is not so obvious to everybody. For instance, when I am registering to have my link added to an ebook directory, it’s hit or miss whether “poetry” is included in the fiction or non-fiction category. Sometimes, “poetry” is in neither category but in a limbo of its own.

Bloggers who provide book reviews often stipulate what kind of books they are interested in reading, which is something I scan carefully so as not to waste their time or mine by sending them a query. If they say they read all kinds of fiction, I assume they mean poetry as well. However, I have received followup messages to my queries stating the contrary.

To my thinking, poetry is (more…)

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