Maybe I overthink it. Maybe I’m the fidgety, free-spirit bound by an overweighted body, so yes I do. I overthink it.
Perhaps, I think too much. Anticipating the one thousand steps in front of me, stuck inside the tens of thousands behind my back. I don’t know. I can’t fix the past, weave a sparkle plenty doll future where the waters remain oh so calm, indigo swaying temperate.
I. don’t. know. I call it straight, as I see it. Then, there are the convoluted thoughts, ice cubes smashing angry against the glass. We’re all connected, until we’re not.
Simplistic words of a child.
Until they’re the heartbreaking sounds, gut wrenching final good-bye from a beloved.
The precious one, we can not, will not, refuse to exist without. I overthink it, how could I not.
The Vast Landscape and GEORGIA PINE. symbiotic, extensions of my time here.
-excerpt from GEORGIA PINE.
by Jacqueline Cioffa
ONE TIMES FOUR
Georgia pulled the rocker close to her grandfather’s, almost touching. She needed to be near, reassured by the sounds of his breathing. Side by side, gliding back and forth. She had nowhere to go, nowhere she’d rather be. Mostly, she rocked while he nodded off. He was her most favorite person. She refused a life without him. Georgia knew what was coming. Maxine wasn’t the only one with a gift, she didn’t brag. Her grandmother was a fading memory, but Georgia could still recall the tight squeeze of her hand. How overtired giggly they got when she tucked her in. Harry whispered secrets in her ear.
Anything written from your truest truths takes time, care and thoughtful consideration. I love The Vast Landscape. I freely gave away my deep, scariest, bravest secrets and biggest wishes. GEORGIA PINE. is the familiar extension, because that’s what humans do, move on, stick to our clan. Reflect on the memories, get comfortable, get uncomfortable, look back, only to be thrust forward. Ligaments wear down in invisible microscopic fragments, day by day.
–excerpt GEORGIA PINE.
‘Today was not a day of firsts. There had been so many life firsts, Addie stopped to look up. She did not want to miss one, with four babies there had been multitudes. The daughter responsible for making Addie a mother when she was barely an adult, Georgia showed her how. When she wasn’t doing it right, testing her to be better, stronger, more patient. She made life easier on her sisters, by default. Addie made mistakes with her firstborn, she could not fix. This was a different kind of firsts. Leave it to Georgia to hurt her heart, without meaning to. Addie needed the extra days at the Cove, to do nothing. Feel the sun; remember how much her mother loved it. When Addie asked, did she miss Hollywood, fame? Harrison laughed, shaking her head. “God, no. I got all this,” twirling round and round, stretching her arms towards the beach, house, sky, running her fingers through Adelaide’s gold mane. She knew with her whole heart, Harry meant it. Addie sighed. She was leaving, her quasi adult-child behind, her precocious, ginger. This was not a first. This was an unfirst, experiences they would share separately, living apart. Georgia would have to hold her mother’s hand, ever so gently letting go.’
A visual, the starting point. The jumping off place inside the intimate, very personal view of a world. The vast, rugged, dangerous, tumbleweed terrain, desert earth we’re traveling. Hearts get trampled, tears, pain, misery. Is it worth one brief, fleeting second of love. The Vast Landscape tells me so. It’s all borrowed time, life’s torn pages and faded images.
-excerpt Georgia Pine.
“Adelaide finally let go, cocooned in a white cloud of down comfort. She slumbered, dreaming of plaid picnic blankets, wicker baskets, melon, oranges, baguettes, brie, green olives and sweet tea. The citrine sunrays’ shadow dancing across the waves. The dream memory. Her mother’s strong, lean arms sending her soaring above the ocean. Free, unafraid, Adelaide’s daddy sat waving on shore, peeling a Clementine.”
Adina Mills Jewelry
Immersed in the land of Georgia Pine., a glimpse. The mysterious, ethereal image was the first I found. It helps shape the divine character I see in my imagination, so vividly. The cover, a sneak peek. The Vast Landscape sequel, is a steady work in progress. Harrison’s raw, honest beauty carries on, through Georgia Pine.
©Laura Makabresku photography
Thank you dear Laura, for sharing, your art, haunting imagery and intimate, emotive, fairytale world. I am honored.
“Every wound, tear is real. They are mine. And every photo separately I treat as my own spiritual child.” Laura Makabresku
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I always thought true love was equivalent to good poetry
dying today, today, today
I‘ve learned how to sleep alone with my dreams
A young girl fell in love with art, without perhaps ever knowing his name
beautiful emotional mess
Taste the warm rain possibility
New Orleans, swamp and rust hinges Bayou the blues brings me up
I’ll take off-centered any day
She never laughed anymore. Nothing was fun; life was not a game
Opal. Solid, American name, meaning: Jewel. precious gem call me Seven
mullet, dope, acid drop, LSD
roadkill triage wipeout
WORDS WORDS WORDS mayIhavethisdance PENSIVE
By the beautiful grace of God and my conviction and glory in the simplest things, I give away all my dreams
YOU’RE SKINNY, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS
Sweet Georgia Pine always yearning for something better
Sisterlove, GINGER BLOND BRUNETTE delicious
spirit guide whispers secrets to a child
indigo sky lanterns, hotdogs, hamburgers, corn, green beans, sweet tea and lemonade
Adelaide laughs through tear drops, opens the box, sets Pretty free
See you soon, daddy Positively, positive Harry was eagerly waiting, anxious to be reunited with her love
linear thoughts become stories
stories become tangible Paperbacks gatekeeper
whatyouknow whatyouhaveseen whatyouhavefelt
words by Jacqueline Cioffa