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I am…
Constant poetic motion.
God-blessed.
Lyrically endowed.
A breath of literary fresh air.
A perpetual work-in-progress.
Perfect imperfection.
I am…
LOVE
LIGHT
LAUGHTER
I am…
A poet at heart.
A writer by His design.
A life coach by calling.
I am…
ME…
Mission Empowered,
Motivationally Encouraged,
Manifested Energy.
© Jackie Young
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I’m a woman who knows when to embrace her strength & when to show her vulnerable side. I know that in life, often times the question is infinitely more important than the answer. I know that I’m flawed & I love me anyway. A woman who’s learning that I am ENOUGH - just as I am, today. I am a lover of life and love, a student of all that’s beautifully human, a divine work-in-progress.
While I wear many hats, the face that lies beneath is always the same. I live from a place of grace, gratitude, and goodness and invite others to do the same. I breathe poetry; I feel it rippling through my veins. Words captivate my mind, heart & soul - be it poetry, song lyrics, fiction, etc.
I search for that which I believe I am at my core: LOVE, JOY, FAITH, GRACE, FREEDOM.
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I am the poet behind “Love’s Reparations: The Learning Curve between Heartache & Healing”(Fall 2006). It is a delicous slice of life - naked, honest, beautifully human. A poetic massage for your heart, soul, and mind. I know, I know. You think I’m biased. Just a tad.
But you’re more than welcome to experience it for yourself. You can find samples of my poetic brew here on the blog, on my website or you can cop your very own copy.
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Upcoming “WORD STEW”
In addition to getting my first “literary baby” into the hands and hearts of readers everywhere, I’m fast at work on several other literary projects. This year finds me dancing to the tune of my sometimes temperamental but always FABULOUS muse. My list of creative & entrepreneurial endeavors is long & exciting (well, at least they are to me…even if most of them are still in my head. LOL). Be on the lookout for my follow-up poetry collection - Spring 2009. I hope to heat up Fall 2009 with the release of my debut novel. Stay tuned….it’s gonna be fiyah!
There are some other exciting ingredients in the mix to add more flava to my unique blend of WORD STEW. Join my newsletter so you’re in the know. You don’t want to miss a single serving of this brew!
In the meantime, keep rising and as always,
LIVE DELICIOUSLY!!
Live from your soul,
*~* J *~*
My motto when it comes to writing (well, ONE of them):
“THERE ONCE WAS A GIRL WHO WANTED TO WRITE. AND SO SHE DID. THE END.”
My motto when it come to life (well, ONE of them):
LIVE OUT LOUD - ON PURPOSE.”
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TASTES LIKE SOME MORE
*~*~* PROLOGUE *~*~*
Zahara stopped by the office before making a run to the
bank. She needed to get the latest figures that she and Treniece
had compiled in anticipation of expanding their business.
Treniece’s car was parked in the ‘normal’ spot – at an angle,
taking up two spaces so no one would park near her baby, a
Matador Red Lexus IS sport coupe. All Zahara could do was
shake her head, laughing at Treniece’s vanity.
As she climbed the flight of stairs leading to the office,
Zahara heard low voices and soft music. She reasoned that it
was Treniece doing what she always did – using the office phone
to contact one of her many suitors. Music was always playing in
their joint office suite. Yet, for some reason, today it all felt
different to her. Stepping into the open doorway of the office,
Zahara was confronted by the sight of Treniece naked, her back
pressed to the wall, legs wrapped tightly around the waist of a
caramel coated brother who was fully engaged in giving
Treniece exactly what she was mewling for.
Zahara stood transfixed as she heard Treniece purr,
“Does she give it to you like this?” She would swear later that
Treniece smirked at her as she asked this question.
Mr. Caramel moaned, gasping his response into the air,
“No way Baby…sheee…don’t know…mmmm…what you
know….mmmm…”
That’s when all kinds of weird lights went off behind
Zahara’s eyes.
“Quint?” she whispered.
Treniece let her legs slither down Mr. Caramel’s back
until she was standing on her own.
“Why you stop Baby?” Quinton asked as he nuzzled
Treniece’s neck.
“Quint?! What…? Treniece? How could you??” Zahara
shouted as she backed out of the room.
Looking over his shoulder, Quinton realized that the
shit was about to hit the proverbial fan. “Zahara, lemme
explain.”
By this time, Zahara had backed into the hallway. Tears
stung her eyes and she had apparently forgotten how to breathe.
In her haste to get away from this intimate betrayal, Zahara
took the wrong stairway and found herself in the kitchen. She
stood there, literally turning around in slow circles while her
mind did the same thing. She couldn’t have seen what she
thought she saw. It was impossible. Quinton wouldn’t do that to
her. Would he? And with Treniece? Zahara closed her eyes,
hoping to shut out the images in her brain as she tried to stop
crying, concentrate on praying, control her anger, and will her
feet to move her out to the car. She needed to breathe and it
wasn’t going to happen in this violated airspace.
Before she could pull herself together, Quinton burst
into the room. “Baby, let me explain. It’s not what you think.”
“So now you know what I think Quinton? I find that
laughable. You stand here in the kitchen of my restaurant after
I catch you having sex with my ‘friend’, my business partner,
and NOW you have explanations?”
“Zahara – slow down. This…this meant nothing. It was
just sex. It just happened.”
“That’s rich Quinton. What ‘just happened’, huh? What?
Treniece tripped on the carpet, her clothes fell off, and you
stumbled trying to help her up? So you accidentally ‘fell’ into
the coochie? Take that crap to Def Comedy Jam cause it’s not
working here. ‘Just sex’. No, Love, it’s just cheating. Just
betrayal. Just bullshit. Now if it’s all the same to you, WE are
‘just over’. I’m leaving.”
Quinton stepped forward, blocking Zahara’s exit while
reaching out for her left hand. She took in his 5’10, 190 pound
frame. Noted that he was without shirt, shoes, or socks. He’d
pulled his jeans on so quickly, he didn’t stop to button them.
Breathing rapidly, Zahara tried not to let him read her pain.
Over his shoulder, Zahara saw Treniece standing in the doorway
wearing Quinton’s shirt. That sight pushed her over the edge and
before she knew it, she slapped Quinton so hard, his head snapped
back.
Zahara heard Treniece gasp and watched in slow motion as
her ‘friend’ foolishly moved towards Quinton.
“Oh, so you THAT bold Treniece? Or just that stupid? You
forget who helped you get up out of all your mess? Helped you get
started in this business? Sistahgirl, you forget that I know where
the knives are in this room?”
That wiped the silly smirk off Treniece’s face. Treniece
watched in horror as Zahara picked up a large knife as if to
illustrate her point. She pressed herself into the wall, breathing
hard and fast.
“Quuiiinnntt”, she stammered.
That single word from Treniece tilted the scale between
reality and fantasy for Zahara. She lost all track of time and place.
She felt as if she could taste her own blood and it was boiling.
Before anyone could stop her, Zahara raised her arm and tossed
the knife at Treniece, full force.
Tttthhhhwwwwaaaatttt! The knife was embedded in the
wall, two inches from Treniece’s head.
Quinton muttered, “Shit Zahara. You could have hurt
her!”
Zahara took in the whole scene. Quinton stood scared to
move towards either of them for fear of bringing down the wrath
of the other. Treniece clung to the wall, so frightened, she now
stood barefoot in a puddle of wetness.
Zahara looked at them both with contempt, shook her
head and said, “No Quint, I could have killed her.”
© Jackie Young ~ Copyright 2006
Biography
WHO AM I?
I want to be sure that, in constructing this “BIO”, I am clear about who I AM as opposed to what I DO.
It is obvious that you didn’t come here to hear that I am a Project Manager, a Business Analyst, a college graduate, etc. Those are things that I do & while important, they are but an ounce of who I am.
I am….
Constant poetic motion
God-blessed
Lyrically endowed
A breath of literary fresh air
I am a poet at heart
A writer by His design
A life coach by calling
I am ME – Mission Empowered, Motivationally Encouraged, Manifested Energy
I am a fresh literary voice hailing from Virginia. My work has appeared in such online venues as TimBookTu, The Nubian Chronicles, and DOE Network. I am the former online editor for several literary ezines. While poetry is my lifeline, I am also a writer of fiction currently juggling a series of novels and short story collections. Not content to rest on my laurels, I am also putting the finishing touches on several non-fiction works. And least you thought I was done, I have several other creative endeavors up my sleeve. Don’t sleep on it folks!
Have I piqued your curiosity? I certainly hope so. Be sure to bookmark my site cause I’m about to DO THE HUSTLE!!
Live Deliciously!
~ J ~
“THERE ONCE WAS A GIRL WHO WANTED TO WRITE. AND SO SHE DID. THE END.”
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LOVE’S REPARATIONS: THE LEARNING CURVE BETWEEN HEALING & HEARTACHE
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Welcome to the Literary Lounge. Thank you for meeting me between the pages as I give you a peek into my very own Writer’s Brew. I hope that the synopses and excerpts you find here entice you to come back often, tell a friend, and make a purchase once my babies are out in the world. Make yourself comfortable, sip on your favorite libation, and lose yourself in my world as I write true to life.
Love’s Reparations
The Learning Curve between Heartache & Healing
ISBN 0-987602-0-4
Love’s Reparations is a call for us to do more than pay lip-service to Love. It is a call for us to forgive, to accept, to heal. The poems in this collection take us on a lyrical ride over the landscape of love. From the red-hot rush of new love, to the neglect of a constant love, to the recognition that love may not conquer all but it will make it bearable. Lose yourself in the poetic stylings of this fresh new voice. You’ll never be the same.
Click here for poetic jewels that speak to your mind, heart & soul
Dear Adam: Love’s Redemption
My second poetry collection. I have only one question for you…CAN YOU STAND TO GO DEEPER? Let’s take this to the cellular level, deep into the marrow of Black Love. Poetry from the deepest part of me. It’s not for the faint at heart. Don’t say you weren’t warned….
Click here for Poetic Morsels from the “Dear Adam” collection
Tastes Like Some More
For most of her life, Zahara has lived from a position of fear. Read between the lines as she’s tested. Will she go out on a limb for true love? After all, that is where the sweetest fruit is.
Click here for a Taste Test
Unzip My Soul
This poetry collection comes with a warning. Spiciness never tasted so good. Curl up with this book, a cool beverage, and that someone special and let this sensual collection set the atmosphere on fire.
Click here for a glimpse of SINsuality at its best
Asunder: Undone
What would you do if your PAST showed up in your PRESENT just as
you were about to embark on a brand-new FUTURE?
Excerpt coming soon…
Live Deliciously!
~ J ~
“MY WORDS HAD A MENAGE-A-TROIS WITH PEN & PAPER GIVING BIRTH TO THESE LITERARY BABIES.”
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What would you do if Love showed up on your doorstep tomorrow bearing an IOU for all the times you called it out of its name, cursed it, confused it with something else, neglected it? Would you be ready, willing and able to make amends? To give Love what it deserves – Love’s Reparations?
This is both the underlying question and lesson tucked poetically inside the pages of Jackie Young’s debut poetry collection. In simple language, provocative imagery, and thought-provoking honesty, the writer invites you to dig beneath the surface of what you think, what you feel.
Young describes her poetry as a deep tissue massage for your heart, soul, and mind. Step into the world of this fresh new literary voice as she poetically peels back the layers of love and life until all that remains is the heart – whole, healthy, unflinching. Ready to love & be loved.
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“THERE ARE NO WEAK LINKS IN THE CHAIN OF MY LIFE - ONLY LINKS THAT NEED SUPPORT”
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*~* Poetic Morsels from “LOVE’S REPARATIONS” *~*
Back to the Future
If I had the benefit of time travel,
I would go back to our beginning
and steal all my mistakes, my misgivings, my fears
so that, when we got to the rough spots,
to our critical path,
I’d have no other option but to
stand still and love my way through it
© 2006 Jackie Young – Love’s Reparations
Foreign Language
We slept forming a human figure eight,
limp yet full
clothed loosely in afterglow.
In this space perfumed
by our souls’ kiss
where touch became music
moans morphing into melody.
Lips played along suddenly milky keys
backs arching
toes curling
causing jewel-toned rainbows to flash behind our eyes
as we created our own body language.
I would awaken
holding onto the sticky remnants of our combined alphabet
praying that you would,
just this once,
talk to me the way you touch me.
© 2006 Jackie Young – Love’s Reparations
Unbowed
Life,
curving around me
would neither slow down
nor
wait until I caught my breath
and so,
I learned to dance
uninhibited
through each storm
© 2006 Jackie Young – Love’s Reparations
Let the Games Begin
You place butterfly kisses
in the center of my back.
My pulse hopscotches
in veins containing air.
My heart double-dutches
over entwined strands of promises
we aim to keep.
…in this game of tag,
I don’t mind being it.
© 2006 Jackie Young – Love’s Reparations
*~*~ Poetic Morsels from “DEAR ADAM” *~*~*
YOU
You….
bring me peace…in strong constant waves,
wrapped in the buoyancy of your smile
and i am never sure as to HOW you know it’s needed….or when…
but i graciously & humbly accept it
You…
lift stress & doubt from the creases around my mouth
as you gently cradle my face,
no words spoken, just a clear glance into my soul
an unobstructed view into what you call
“something beautiful”
and it is in moments like this,
these precious seconds,
when my soul radiates from the energy of we two
when my veins fill with the sheer rhythm of you
when my heart sings your name….
that i feel a miracle unfold
© 2006 Jackie Young
dreaming reality
to sleep, perchance to dream
i close my eyes and find you near –
as close to me as my own heartbeat
erratic rhythms flow through my veins
as you smile
i see myself in the context of your love
we be…
immersed in the grace of God
you whisper to me sweetly,
“flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone”
and i know beyond a shadow of a doubt that
here
in this moment
i have been birthed anew
in this space, you kiss away the pain of the past,
hush the hesitation of the present
offer up fervent prays for the future
and i sigh contentment into the atmosphere
to sleep, perchance to dream
and should i awaken to find you here –
truly here
i will give thanks
not for a dream come true
but rather
for an answered prayer
© 2006 Jackie Young
home
you appeared
and suddenly
all the words i was born to speak
all the songs i was meant to sing
all the dreams i was designed to imagine
all the love i was born to give
all these things and more
converged inside my heart
networking with my spirit
until finally,
i sang my dream to you in words only you could understand
and i knew…
beyond a shadow of a doubt….
i was home
© 2007 Jackie Young
*~*~* Poetic Morsels from “UNZIP MY SOUL” *~*~*
Appetizer
We lingered over a meal
Spicy us trying something new
Feeding off our collective vibe
Full of we and wine
Fingers laced together comfortably
Laughter draped across our laps
As he made love
To
My
Mind.
Others rushed to & fro, around us
Not noticing my body quiver
As he sought
To
Touch
My
Soul.
© 2006 Jackie Young
word play
i hear your voice
caramel coated
lyrical
hypnotic
and i want to crawl in between
the syllables you speak
wrap myself in that spicy accent
let it lull me into a place of contentedness
i want to think of questions to ask
that will keep you talking
so i can feel the heat of your verbal caress
until my knees AND my eardrums are weak
i want to reach
into the warmth of your mouth,
let my fingers form the words
i want to hear…
the words you hesitate to say…
line them up on the tip of your tongue
and kiss them into existence
© 2006 ~ Jackie Young
blush
his words birth warmth
soul deep
sending tingles up my spine
they tiptoe into my senses
lining up until they spell his name
their tiny kisses sparking electricity
to ripple through my veins
and smiles blossom in my spirit
like morning glories
opening up to greet him,
welcoming him into the sanctuary
of my arms
i fit myself into the cocoon of his hug
breathing in the heady scent of him
feeling my body awakening
stirring, pressing
he smiles….
i
blush
© 2007 ~ Jackie Young
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