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A YAY FROM JAYE: Blue Satin Sashes

She couldn’t determine if her shivering was from the cold, brisk air or the fear that was traveling up and down her spine. She knew nobility was in her blood although it wasn’t warm enough to keep her still. She was approaching a great social gathering so her anxiety was justified; but how could she arrive as everything she was created to be when back at home she was hidden? At home, she was a wealthy heiress who had no real access to her riches. She lived in a glorious estate but walked around with a servant’s countenance. She didn’t have to
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GETAWAY WITH JAYE: On A Blanket of Clouds

I took this photo on a road trip. I started the poem in the air on a plane and I finished it after landing on the ground. Remembering that made me think how ideas begin in the mind. They will stay there if we let them; but if we express them we give them a life of their own. All things manifested started in the invisible first. We give life. Let's give more life everyday.   This post is in honor of World Poetry Day celebrated March 21st. Blanket of Clouds Pic
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READ MY LIPS: Look, Up In The Sky!

SG WW PHOTO: Lil Supergirl (left); Sneak Peek of Wonder Woman Cover for JAYE Vol III (right)       I admit I love a good superhero flick, but I didn’t realize how much until 2002. When I fell in love with Superman in the late 70s, I just attributed it to Christopher Reeves’ crystal blue eyes. In the 80s, when I passionately shot out of bed on Saturday mornings to watch Super Friends, I figured I was just like any other kid. However, even adults couldn’t resist the Bill Bixby-Lou Ferrigno super duo which was the Incredible Hulk. When my doctor asked me
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ViFi Character: Daddy Craw

"I got somethin’ I wanna told you. They call me Craw. I come from the humble beginnings of the swampy backwoods of this here town we call The City of Dupli. That is Dupli as in rhyme wit ’you lie’ (but I trail off my story). Been goin’ by Craw fuh as long as I can remembuh. They say it all began when I first started gettin’ ‘round. They put me in that lil baby walker and I went to scootin’ all over the place. They say I liked pushin’ myself backwards with my feet just like a crawdad. From that moment on I done had
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