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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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I am cleaning my nooks and crannies up (is there ever a nook, without a cranny? I’ve pondered this at length before). There seems to be a lot of paper, which I understand. Paper is the strange item that legitimizes our existence; proof of our otherwise vaporous movements through this... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
Like it or not, you know it's true There isn’t much, that you can do Feeling so small, you feel it too It's gotta mean something to you (With love and thanks to Bob Moses for the beautiful music that makes my day that little bit better) Continue reading
Posted Oct 24, 2016 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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Show me this beautiful world you spoke of. Show me, don’t tell Where everyone is safe and things make sense. Where there is wonder in every thing, nearly every thing; where we are generous of spirit and free of heart Where I can grow older yet more beautiful Keep my... 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
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Shit has got to change. This past year – when I look back at it – had so many big things in it. Big love, big sadness, big confusion. I wandered the world and learned and cried and experienced more intense happiness than I have ever felt before in my... Continue reading
Posted May 30, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
I'm hungry for you, my love, so come out and rescue me love is just not enough out in this war of needs Thank you to Dotan, for a Sunday night song that made my heart beat just a little while I sat in the bath Continue reading
Posted May 29, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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Maybe I’ll meet my next love in a hurricane His hair will be all over, standing up Or perhaps in rush hour traffic where Neither of us will be bothered Because Iggy Pop is on our respective radios And we have a lust for life He may be lurking on... Continue reading
Posted May 16, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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I wrote this poem in 2012 (after an adventure) and thought I might resurrect it today. A Flight (2) Horizon line like a bowstring curved all out of shape How could I forget life feels this way Free on the earth I might fly violently off over, and into the... Continue reading
Posted May 10, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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Wearing my Mexican black ankle boots with buckles today and thinking of Debbie Harry, stone cold fox. One of my earliest memories is watching "Heart of Glass" on TV with my dad. I think he said something like, "Fucking disco." It may have been in 1981, 1982? She's still punk... Continue reading
Posted Apr 28, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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I’m leaving a piece of myself here in this hotel room. It’s a book but not a good one. I am leaving the imprint of a body on a bed; your body, my body. I am leaving a gash in a piece of ice on a glacier from my foot... Continue reading
Posted Apr 19, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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This is Iceland This is Iceland A black lunar landscape. Corrugated iron walls in bright colours Very little trees This is Iceland Where two men with big bushy beards asked me where I was from And then said, “Oh, you’re Canadian. We are practically the same.” I had just drank... Continue reading
Posted Apr 17, 2016 at The Abalone Shell
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I’ve been thinking about my body lately. I don’t mean that in a vain way—I’ve just been observing how things are shifting, changing and rearranging themselves as I age and do more and more physical things— I think of it as a vehicle that not only transports me through this... Continue reading
Posted Apr 4, 2016 at The Abalone Shell