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Mourning After.

5:11a The oak-colored ceiling fan spun quickly. I attempted to catch a blade and count the number of twirls it’d take per minute before...

Prelude I.

A quiet girl when the tequila runs dry. Her thoughts not easily read across the secret pages tucked between each smile line on her face....

People, Watching.

The people are in their element blind to the world beyond them Enveloped by the sounds of life in the sweet of the brief moment that...

Jazz For Mama.

Fathers make daughters who grow to resent men and mothers juggling two roles, too exhausted to be emotionally available to them. The...

January, 2024.

Our morning walk was quieter than usual. No fellow dog walkers to greet us in passing while pretending to be interested in small...

Hinge.

Once a sunny evening, turned overcast with light drizzle before morphing into its final form – dark thunder clouds and full-on downpour....

Lights.

10:32p. “Why don’t you try to contact her?” “Too much time done passed…” My favorite line from The Photograph ran laps through my mind...

Dreams II.

I peeked out of the kitchen window while waiting for my electric tea kettle to finish boiling water for what would be a much-needed glass...

Dreams.

I forgot how beautiful your brown eyes were. I got lost in them as you lay here with me, holding me closely against the warmth of your...

Mac & Cheese.

The combination of the cicadas buzzing outside the window and Hey Arnold blaring from the living room tv where my daughter sits...

Rebirth.

6:29p: “Friend. While I’m sure you’re in the mirror overthinking about whether you used the right edge control or something, you said 5...

Goodbye.

I sat with wine in hand, staring through tear filled eyes at the most beautiful images of my fairytale ending. Yet in an unexpected turn...

Coffee.

8:33a: “Actually, make it a grande white mocha frapp and sub the whole milk for almond. I don’t need a venti. It’ll throw off my calorie...

Separated.

Same old furniture, new setting. I find myself laying across my sofa again; plastic wrapped in all its glory. I watch the candle’s flame...

Brooklyn.

As the sun sets, her shadows dance across my ceiling again; returning to bid another long day farewell. The feelings I’d suppressed today...

Night.

I sit on my couch with the shades raised just enough to watch the stars twinkle against the abyss of the black sky. I find myself...

Red Wine.

7:30p: “I love you with all my heart.” Honestly, only 60% of me believes that on this lonely Saturday night. The sound of the furnace...

Shower Water.

9:30p: “Thank you for your interest in this position. After carefully reviewing your resume, we regret to inform you that we have decided...

Hello 2022.

The wind blew with windy city winter force against my window. The constant vibration against these white sheets from what I’m sure were...

Fear.

Sometimes I wake up and I just lay here staring at the specks of light as they dance across the ceiling. This silence is so serene. The...

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Jay, Chicago based spoken word poet, most widely known for her poetic composition, takes her artistry to new heights with the release of Jazz Jurisdiction; a space where poetry and soulful story telling unite birthing delicately written blog entries reflecting everyday experiences in life and love. With the continued support from her listeners turned readers, she has gained a rapidly increasing following with no sign of slowing in sight. Find a cozy corner and enjoy her art in its new form. As always, engagement is welcome. Please feel free to send your kind thoughts and positivity. Be on the lookout for shoutouts in her upcoming projects. Many blessings always.

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