The Artist

The artist’s duty is to constantly create because to wait is to obliterate her own existence. © Jacqueline Ann 2021

The Source

It is the nature of beauty to desire manifestation. This is who we are: the children of perfection; the reflection of creation: a whisper of divine love. © Jacqueline Ann 2021

Morning Moon

Good morning, moon. I love to see you at this early hour, before the world wakes to a dawning sun. Before the day’s burden has begun, you paint the sky in softer shades, whisper-thin and white like smoke, as if you are a ghost of the night before — a pearly cloud of spectral gray — like you are a dream the sun is having and he loves you too much […]

On Poetry

Poetry is not a weapon. It is a balm applied softly to wounded skin. The poet speaks tenderly, letting dissension in until the rainbow is unified inside her prism heart, coming out the other side as one light, the colors no longer apart. The poet plays with fire but does not use it to fight. The poet is more like water cooling the sting, […]

She Comes

She comes to him, an angel in blushing floral and stardust - milky moons in her eyes, the cosmos trailing behind her softness as she closes the distance between them. She comes to him, a star sparkling inside his sensual light, his secret twilight - the place where pain would not cut him loose. This is where […]

Whispers that echo