Wednesdays24601? I grumble, and my therapist laughs at me.Wednesdays by *Judah-Leonardo
I can’t help but grin. Seen that movie twice already,
how else can I answer “Who Am I”?
There’s a crinkle to her eyes when she talks of my
humor. Let them see, she says, and I fiddle with my cap
twisted in my hands, brown and scratchy ‘neath my gnawed-on-torn fingernails
Rain on fresh paint, damp heat in a cluttered chair. I’m
twenty-two and take six pills, I say. I roll my face around on the keyboard and
words come out and sometimes I call that writing.
I watch insects click on sallow hotel lights, fat lonely ladies at the 3am drive-thru,
Gifting (a poem for Jo)There’s this question tonight, and I’ve been asking the snowdrops—or asking to my fingernails,Gifting (a poem for Jo) by *Judah-Leonardo
to tape and ribbon, to the ceramic baby Jesu in the straw manger
with his black dot eyes
sky and savior, how do I go about giving to a stranger? all I’ve seen of you are flashes, glimpses
pixels, text, no flesh or fluttered laugh. All I’ve seen of you
is the kindness reached through miles and roads and circuitry, how you take time
and giving, only asking for a bit of
ticking down to Christmas Day and I’m frantic to scrape these few words (some meager gift of a
moment) into enough of a pile, some same kind
lingering, a sestinaPerhaps it’s nightmare sweat that wets my facelingering, a sestina by *Judah-Leonardo
Or this fractured sunlight—somehow I wake
To bathe my brow with shaking fingertips
As the hall clock ticks onward towards noon.
I’ll scrub the bitter coffee from my teeth
And choke down hallowed pills for empty aid.
And this can keep my soul safe of your aid?
With sandalwood I’d fain anoint my face,
Sesame scent where you once laid your teeth.
I’ve seen enough of storms. The thunder’s wake
Exhausts my eyes; keep for yourself brash noon
The mist and dew have gentle fingertips.
This rusted tap beneath my fingertips
And spit-warm water, some unwitting aid;
|"Girl in the War"|
Girl in the War It did get easier, once I started to imagine things were moving fast, too fast to fathom, too fast to see the stars but only feel them intrinsically on my skinlittle pinpricks, little bubbles of air to touch my cheeks or take my breath. Or, you know. The sort of rambling things I was letting myself think, so long as it kept me distracted and living.
Daily Deviation Given 2011-11-27
The suggester says: Girl in the War by ~Judah-Leonardo has a story to tell, marvelous in all its elements. In particular, the main character's voice is brilliant and well-developed. (Suggested by =angelStained and Featured by `Halatia )
"Andra and the Plague Doctor"
Andra and the Plague Doctor The air was wet and heavy and it stuck in her throat; she thought of the smell of rotting gardens and coughed until scarlet blood hung from her lips and stained the moss beneath her cheek. She couldn't groan, couldn't even voice the pain. And her body was too dry for crying. All Andra could do was lay crumpled, her very self fighting her with the sickness that tore through her insides like a lash, the last vestiges of her strength being fed to her twitching limbs for shaking and spasming.
Daily Deviation Given 2012-05-29
(Suggested by =Magnius159 and Featured by ^thorns)
Never Told He thinks it's odd, sometimes, though he's not certain why.
Daily Deviation Given 2013-02-09
*Judah-Leonardo creates a complex, believable character through vignettes in Never Told.
( Suggested by `Kneeling-Glory and Featured by ^neurotype )
Daily Literature Deviation given 2012-05-24
The suggester says that this piece is a
"gripping collection of memories that unfolds
naturally and plays out with vivid characterization,"
and I agree. The main character of the story
manages to instantly click with the reader.
Kitsune WeddingAnd skyscrapers fold so easily, after all;
Daily Literature Deviation Given 2012-04-25
Says the suggester: "This poem uses gorgeous imagery to express the joy of a family member returning home, and uses a staggering combination of powerful
metaphors and subtle phrasing."
"and i'll pretend i'm Leo"
and i'll pretend i'm Leosome days i think you wonder
Daily Literature Deviation given 2012-11-10
"With powerful imagery and a subtle
metaphor, *Judah-Leonardo reminds
readers that sometimes, you have to put
yourself out there to be seen for who you really are."
|"When the Lady Lynnette comes to the royal palace begging for a champion to free her of false charges and save her from the executioner's whip, the young squire Anarin is the only one to step forward to take up her cause. But bravery alone might not be enough in her fight against the far older, stronger, and experienced Sir Giles--not to mention all the pluck it can take to face down the jeers of those who doubt the ability of the kingdom's only female Knight-in-training."|
Completed fairly recently. Feedback and critique is precious to me, but I do also humbly offer it up for anyone who'd like to try a good adventure full of pluck, humor, and drama. And Knights, of course. How can any story be good without knights?
Wanna give it a try?
Part One: [link]
Part Two: [link]
Part Three: [link]
Part Four: [link]
Part Five: [link]
Part Six: [link]