Poetry, stories, art, and music from the desk of Jezzie G, a writer without a label
Photographer, Documentary Journalist Alexandra Buxbaum is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this documentary photography. From the project ‘A Place to Call Home – Animal Sanctuaries in Arizona’. To see Alexandra’s body of work, click on any image. A Place to Call Home revolves around 8 Arizona animal sanctuaries and their positive…
Creatures & Caretakers | Cave Creek, Arizona — Edge of Humanity Magazine
Getting It Right
Form: Free Verse
Before she can speak
those words
that will spoil it
retracing my steps down the path
restriding my legs
over the engine
reclosing the visor
as the engine roars into life
eager to go
weaving through car lights
home and a change of gear
put on a movie and relax
with a whiskey – single malt –
just perfect scotch
no rocks
©JezzieGFarmer2022
Dancing with the Moonlit Knight
Album: Selling England by the Pound
Date: 1973
Genre: Progressive Rock
Artist: Genesis
Formed at Charterhouse School in Surrey, UK, in 1967 Genesis’ most successful line-up includes Tony Banks (keyboards), Mike Rutherford (bassist/guitarist), and Phil Collins (drummer/singer). In the 1970s when the line-up included Peter Gabriel (singer) Genesis was among the pioneering groups of progressive rock.
Cello Concerto No. 1 in G minor
Classical
Dmitry Kabalevsky
Orchestral, Opera, Ballet, Chamber Music
Born: 30 December 1904, Saint Petersburg, Russia
Nationality: Russian
Died: 14 February 1987, Moscow, Russia
Kabalevsky was a composer and teach of aristocratic Russian descent. He was a prolific composer of piano and chamber music best known for his Second Symphony, ‘Galloping Comedians’ and his Third Piano Concerto
Crystal Spitfire
Media: Crystals on canvas
©JezzieGFarmer 2022
Inspired by and written for Sadie’s Sunday Poser – thank you, Sadie
The question is “What does it mean to live boldly?”. Perhaps it is answering this prompt. I have looked at Sadie’s prompts for weeks, if not months, thinking “yeah, I’ll do that one” but until now, never have. My lack of self-confidence wouldn’t let me. Today it feels right and I don’t know why. Is that living boldly – perhaps. It’s one way of looking at it, for sure.
However, in my head, I can hear Sir Patrick Stewart as STNG’s Jean Luc Picard saying
“Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no one has gone before!”
Now for me, I take “to boldly go” into a personal idea thus meaning to go where I have never been before. It doesn’t matter if a million people have walked that path before me as their experiences are different from mine, to me that path is unknown. Living boldly is to risk everything, knowingly risk everything, without knowing what the result may be, doing it anyway even if I don’t want to.
For me, there have been a few points in life where I have had to face it and do it because the consequences of not doing were even worse. Coming out as trans I knew I was putting all that mattered to me, my family and friends, on the line. I knew they could tell me they couldn’t accept it and walk away – they didn’t. I had no idea what the journey of transition would involve or where it would take me., I just knew I had to do it.
Whilst moving into manhood may not be travelling to a different world it has sure been stepping into a strange one, albeit one I feel right in. So perhaps then living boldly is to take life by the balls, do what you got to do whatever the risks, and accept que sera sera
Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3rd 1802
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty.
The City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky,
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep,
And all that mighty heart is lying still.
Jezzie G 