In the old writing days, we knew her as Paisley
aka Jodi HermanHer poetry and short stories always delivered some form of seething, disturbing, beautiful drama.
I still remember her one brief stray toward haiku - December 17 2007
as my beauty fades
i look inside, only to
find, it isn’t there…
and the poem that seemed to wrap up Jodi as she saw herself...
April 6 2008 - strange old bird
It begins...
every family’s got one
of that you can be sure,,
the old,, eccentric, maiden aunt..
you don’t know much about her
except that she’s
a bit of a strange old bird
and in my family
i must admit,,
i think i’m her
and April 9 2008
and the thought occurs to me,
that despite the fact
that i am no longer
a whore
a drunk or a crack head
i am still,,
very much unsure
of who i am….
July 8 2009 - i want to belong
On Quora - 7th May 2012 - she spoke of 2 poems that make her weep.
**Variation on the Word 'Sleep' - Margaret Atwood
The poem closes with...
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
** Bluebird - Charles Bukowski
The poem begins with...
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see you.
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Writing Ravine Facebook group
December 13 2012
sometimes hiding inside the distant skin of a stranger is the only place that feels comfortable.. especially when you feel as if you have nothing left to give.
January 11 2013
i am doing a lot of fiction lately,, mostly collabs,, i love the challenge of following another writers perspective..
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as I see Paisley...
I see a child
skipping through Autumn leaves
bare-footed
in her hands
a bit of bling
sometimes she holds it high
to catch the light
sometimes she holds it close to her heart
and sneaks a glance or two
to see
if anyone
is watching
it's the bling she wants to protect
she doesn't care that her parents
(if parents are meant to care)
have no idea where she is
they'll survive
she'll survive
no
it's the bling
it's just about the bling
it's all she has
that's really hers
it's all
that means
she can see
a bit of
her soul
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Jodi's Facebook group - Two Sentences
January 10 2013 - as melinda fed the last remaining bits of her recently departed husband earl into the pot bellied coal stove he had seen fit to gift her with that very chrustmas,, her heart was filled with merriment,, and her mind with fantasies of the new life that stood before her like a clean slate just waiting to be drawn upon..
HERE - January 2013 - we read of her reason for her long silence on Twitter and Facebook
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24th March 2013 I wish I had lived my entire life with the attitude I have right now.
And it gets better every day. I catch myself smiling a lot over how fortunate I am and have been.
The only thing that has changed is my attitude.
30th June 2015
Added my poem to Goodreads HERE
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