Judah-Leonardo

storyteller and drinker of tea

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Wednesdays by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Wednesdays

24601? I grumble, and my therapist laughs at me. 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, neon glistening

Gifting (a poem for Jo) by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Gifting (a poem for Jo)

There’s this question tonight, and I’ve been asking the snowdrops—or asking to my fingernails, 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 hope 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 sestina by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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lingering, a sestina

Perhaps it’s nightmare sweat that wets my face 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; Reca

Niamh by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Niamh

iii. There was a wall there—tile, plaster, siding—I was sitting in the bathtub with my knees at my chest and I was watching water from the tap Drip, spit onto my high-tops, the color of apple-candy and a receptionist's nails. There was a wall there, with my ear pressed to it The way the chainsaws and their thrashing noises hollered, the men—like they were bellowing at me, through this wall between us, such a thin and paper thing. They were cutting down our tree. (later, we counted its rings. maybe one-hundred-and-ten? The axis is so huge and dark and soft like a rancid peach, surface layers sliding, slime) With pauses

A Cup for Elijah by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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A Cup for Elijah

The paled and ancient yellow linen is perfectly smooth, lineless—still warmed from the iron and the shaking care of her withered fingers. Ilsa smoothes down the fold and tucks the napkin gently under her fork, and then she shuffles off to check the oven and her lasagna. Outside, the rain is settling over pavement and window in fine and downy curtains. The clatter it makes on her roof is a welcome sound. She smiles to herself. It will be good for her tomatoes. It's been so long since they had a good soak. Hot pads, there they are. She pulls open the creaking oven door and lifts out the glass dish. It's from a box, this one. Heat and

Seeing, Feeling, Thinking by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Seeing, Feeling, Thinking

Cassandra left me, all twisted metal; a rime-rimmed touch, to shear the prints off fingers or swell my eyes. I almost miss, these days, the way she held my knees, slid icicles down my throat, caressed my lungs. With careful sutures, she has made her face my own—a stitch for every year. Listen: the sea returned our footprints once, back when the sun was gray. In a dream, I wander; in a lightless day, ailing. Her sickness rattles my bones. Many years ago she'd thrust herself into my pulse like shrapnel, and with every gentle twist and slow evisceration, every day I'd choke and forget, she isn't me. And I waited for rain. Hus

One Thousand Feet High by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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One Thousand Feet High

If only there were other options. Hal's palms are sweaty, slick on the rocks. Blood under his nails. He pants, shifts his foot about until it finds a hold. Pebbles clatter down the cliff face; gritting his teeth, he hauls himself up and keeps climbing. The crossbow slung over his back digs into his ribs, his sword clanking against his thigh. He wants to be gripping that sword. Far below the soles of his boots, there's a battle churning, rending the valley into writhing masses of men and sound and the wash of searing daylight. The heat is battering his skin like a solid thing. He's a thousand feet up and the battle continues and he's al

Girl Disappearing by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Girl Disappearing

Funny thing is, maybe I'm as bad as her when it comes to just knowing things, sometimes. At least, knowing how she operates. Shauna Mull and I hadn't been face-to-face in over two years, and I still knew exactly how to break into her apartment. Chicago was moving behind me as I clambered up the stairs, half-stumbling a bit from the exhaustion of it all. Travel-sick and sleep-deprived. Maybe heartsore. The dark wood of the steps was slightly damp and smelled of mildew, and the dull thumping of my boots as I climbed was too loud in the weird and half-suspended dawn before rush hour. There was the soft sound of traffic, down below, and papers

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Wednesdays by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Gifting (a poem for Jo) by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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lingering, a sestina by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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lingering, a sestina

Niamh by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Niamh

A Cup for Elijah by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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A Cup for Elijah

Seeing, Feeling, Thinking by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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Seeing, Feeling, Thinking

One Thousand Feet High by Judah-Leonardo, literature

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One Thousand Feet High

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Artist // Literature

Jan 8
United States
Deviant for 13 years
writingsomethingbeautiful.blogspot.com/
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I like a lot of things, including tea and writing and ridiculousness. I'm pretty much an escapist-borderline-fangirl and into the dorky stuff, but at the end of the day I like a good story and good company to share it with. :D

Also, I'm kinda a goob, but I'm okay with that. As you may see, I am funny-looking, hobo-ish, and would probably taste great served on the half-shell.

(Briefly) more seriously: I'm a dabbler in all things strange and beautiful. Writer, poet, photographer, crafter, romantic... published short-story and nonfiction writer, looking to "make it" in the fiction publishing world.

I design and make beaded jewelry and prayer beads, and am available for crafting custom projects. Although for certain reasons I cannot at this time run an etsy shop or anything of the like, feel free to note me if interested.

Also, feel free to swing by my blog (see below) at any time! Above all, thanks for stopping by--have a lovely day. :)

Current Residence: look behind you
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: beautiful
Shell of choice: box turtle
Favourite cartoon character: Hamato Leonardo, Uncle Iroh

Favourite Visual Artist

Leonardo Da Vinci, Claude Monet, John William Waterhouse, Vincent Van Gogh

Favourite Movies

Bella, The Dark Knight, The King's Speech, The Butterfly Circus, Of Gods and Men, Amazing Grace

Favourite TV Shows

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Trek (TOS and TNG), Sherlock

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Stan Rogers, Nathan Rogers, Garnet Rogers, Coyote Run, Jennifer Cutting, Josh Ritter, Vienna Teng

Favourite Books

The Space Trilogy, The Sevenwaters Series, The Once and Future King, The Three Musketeers, Les Miserables, Lord Brocktree, The Great Divorce, many things Sherlock Holmes...

Favourite Writers

Juliet Mariller, Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas, C.S. Lewis, O. Henry, Anne Tyler, Brian Jacques

Tools of the Trade

hands, mind, heart

Other Interests

you and your beautiful life. And tea. <3

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Judah-Leonardo

Aug 2, 2013

I should try to submit some stuff again. Hm. What to do?

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Poetry

Prose

Photography

Jewelry/Artisan Craft-sy things

Whabba-huh? Um, I'd honesly forgotten you exist here.

Other/Imma tell you in the comments

Moosewrangling ballads.

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Judah-Leonardo

Jul 27, 2013

And lo, a massive post of Judah saAAWAAAHCRAPSHWHA

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(WHAT. HOW CAN I--HOW CAN I WRITE A JOURNAL WITH THIS SETUP, dA, THERE'S STUFF EVERYWHERE, ASDFGHJKL.) Ahem. Beg pardon. *brushes off coat tails* Where was I? So what's up with you guys? Stuff I'm lovin' on right now:   -Chicks. Er. Not that kind. I mean, like... baby chickens. I... have them. That's right. Baby chickens!  :heart::happybounce::heart: If these little fluff-butts don't make you swoon, you may not have a soul. And these are their "baby pictures", really. About three months old now, fully feathered and in the coop full time. And before anyone asks, NO, they are not for eating. These are egg-only girls. And my babies. I ac

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Judah-Leonardo

May 1, 2013

H-Hello there, everyone.

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*wiggles fingers nervously* ~shywaveplz (https://www.deviantart.com/shywaveplz) Yeah, hi. It's, uh, been a while, hasn't it? Over... four months, actually, hmm. That's pretty lame. Okay, rather lame. I mean, it's one thing to fall off the planet and stop posting stuff 'n whatnot for four months, but falling off the planet and not posting stuff 'n whatnot AND not replying to messages or keeping up with my watch list in favor of creeping 'round listlessly? Man, that's just rude. Sorry 'bout that, you guys. I'm going to paw through my messages tonight and tomorrow (I PROMISE), though I'll probably just end up deleting anything dating back to like, November sob. Seriously, I s

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Happy birthday!

Hi there! I doubt you even remember me. It's been ages since we chatted. Anyway, I recently decided to go through my friends list and reach out to those whom I haven't heard from in a while. I hope all is well with you. How are things?

CanadianRy

Mar 7, 2014

Thank you for the

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LiliWrites

Jan 9, 2014

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I hope your year is full of trials and triumphs, pains and pleasures, and every wondrous thing that makes this awe-filled thing called life so very magical.