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Jaimie Levesque
Calgary, AB
I live in the shadow of the rocky mountains but my heart wanders.
Interests: Traveling, art, reading, writing, politics, crossword puzzles, finding an amazing new poet or artist, almond milk chai lattes. I also love a fresh new newspaper or magazine, preferably read in the bath with a nice cup of tea.
Recent Activity
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Another resurrected post, from October 2015. Welcome fall. Welcome long nights and candlelight xo j An excerpt from "Epithalamium" Do you remember when in winter we reached the island? The sea raised toward us a crown of cold. On the walls the climbing vines murmured letting dark leaves fall as... Continue reading
Posted yesterday at The Abalone Shell
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Enough A litre, a kilojoule, or a quart. Enough to tip or capsize. A pint at closing, Six embraces when departing A note written in a different language Maybe in a hotel room Maybe on a plane More than your breath on my skin Or a message left in the... Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
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I’ve had a lot of time to sit with myself lately. To try to keep open. To try and make sense of things. To try and see what is real, what’s not, what I want and what I don’t. To get my new website up and running (dear readers, I... Continue reading
Posted Sep 10, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
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"When young Galileo, then a student at Pisa, noticed one day during divine service a chandelier swinging backwards and forwards, and convinced himself, by counting his pulse, that the duration of the oscillations was independent of the arc through which it moved, who could know that this discovery would eventually... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
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This is another old post I thought deserved to be salvaged. This was originally put up in 2015 and I felt it deserved another chance at light and air. Here it is, as I first shared it with you. xo j I was looking through some photographs from when I... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
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There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. - Freya Stark, Adventurer One is not born a woman, one becomes one. - Simone de Beauvoir, Writer A woman has to be intelligent, have charm, a sense of humor, and be... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
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Without Sound In the blackness that lies between eye and lid in that ambiguous place The inertia hung between yes and no I think of you despite my best intentions You’re not dressed in your Sunday best a little disheveled (I’m trying to crack you like some petulant nut under... Continue reading
Posted Mar 27, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
You've applied the pressure To have me crystallized And you've got the faith That I could bring paradise You don't move slow Taking steps in my direction The sound resounds, echo Does it lesson your affection You say I'm foolish For pushing this aside But burn down our home I... Continue reading
Posted Jan 27, 2017 at The Abalone Shell
Here’s to the well made bed, tucked in with love. The curious comment. The laughter, and the laughter; the words, words, what used to be such beautiful words; to the kisses. To the darkness. To adventures. To the airport gate. To the fireplace. To the record, quietly crackling. To the... Continue reading
Posted Oct 23, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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Things have been . . . interesting, as of late. How about you, dear reader? Has your October been a snarled mass of filaments, lightening bolts of change and molten lava (sometimes literally), gunshots and lovers’ quarrels and occasional bouts of euphoria? Have you traversed distances and touched the bottom... Continue reading
Posted Oct 21, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
"What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle." - Rumi "Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely." - Edna St. Vincent Millay Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
I want to be your first thought Before you sleep, when you're away A warm shadow on your heart, comforting; A tip of a finger, that small bit of my skin Lightly touching your chin's divot (a tiny perfect spot) I want to be your beautiful And you can my... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
This song reminds me of being a teenager in the early 1990's and the divinely navel-gazey brand of Canadian pop/folk that was floating around at that time (though Dylan Leblanc is from Louisiana and he's amazing! I love this album). I'm thinking of the Grapes of Wrath or the Crash... Continue reading
Posted Aug 23, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
This song really hit me in the face on this rainy, rainy morning. It’s so green and beautiful here right now and I feel like I’ve been transported near the ocean, mysteriously in the night and not of my own volition. Perhaps Calgary has become Vancouver via some parallel universe... Continue reading
Posted Jul 15, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
A good song for a rainy summer day. . . and a lovely remix here, too. Blow all the clouds away and dance xo j Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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On the last day of this wonderful month, I am turning 39. Which is close to a certain number, after which I’m supposed to be less of. . . something. Particularly as a woman (pbbbbbt). I have to say I have to call that fallacy what it truly is: a... Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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Had a little poetry fun the other night. Right click the link and you can download a poem into your iTunes that I read, just for you: When Even The Technically it is just a collection of sentence fragments (thank you once again, darling Leonard. What would we do without... Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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“Your eyes change colours," he said shyly. And they do His eyes were just blue but a new blue, new Continue reading
Posted Jun 22, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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That time we missed the fireworks we drove to the top of the hill in the dark, laughing My dress was blue and white legs summer sweat sticky on your seats Or the night we looked deep into a warm ocean lit up transparent by the big boats Watched the... Continue reading
Posted Jun 20, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. - Jack Kerouac On the Road Summer... Continue reading
Posted Jun 6, 2016 at The Abalone Shell