Picture Love

You are out in the field among the rolling pumpkins, ripe, bright orange, playing hide and seek under and among broad scratchy leaves, tethered by roping vines.

You are reaching over the fence, sharing your crunchy banana chips with honey colored horses and your granola bar with goats wearing powdered cocoa coats, comparing your beard to their beards in your snapshots, your smiling eyes as blue as the clear sky, with no chance of rain.

You are sitting among the fallen rocks under cliff edges brimming with forest, ledges winding and sliding, letting go of whole trees that rest against shifting, trickling earth, in front of shallow caves; you sketch the waterlines and horizon as surfers wade into the embrace of waves, explaining the long board, the balance, the buoyancy and the timing to me and I attempt to picture loving anything or anyone more than I do right now, here with you, as if I could dare myself to snap out of it, as if I’d never risked falling.

I am all about the falling. Could care less about landing, but you ground me sometimes and that’s when Tide pools and starfish, sea urchins, anemones, green glowing moss spill across your hand torn paper, your wooden pencils lining the tin box perched on your lap.

Your hands break apart sandstone into flat, fat slices, thick as challah, sweetness with substance, the sound of your voice expounding, and subduction sounds like seduction in my ears. And I love you.

Official music video for ”Beneath Your Beautiful” by Labrinth feat. Emeli Sandé https://labrinth.lnk.to/listenYD Watch more videos by Labrinth: https://labrinth.lnk.to/listenYD/youtube Subscribe to the official Labrinth YouTube channel:https://labrinth.lnk.to/subscribeYD Follow Labrinth: Facebook: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/face… Instagram: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/inst… Twitter: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/inst… Website: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/webs… Spotify: https://labrinth.lnk.to/followYD/spotify Lyrics Would you let me see beneath your beautiful? Would you let me see beneath your perfect? Take it off now girl, take it off now girl I wanna see inside Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight? #BeneathYourBeautiful #Labrinth #EmeliSandé #ElectronicEarth
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Coming Undone at the Tangerine Seams

Tangerine Seams (photograph) by Kay Jay (Stitched in Stone) August 2021
Where we meet to share 
sections of succulent tangerines, 
opening juicy surprises; secrets of sweetness
or delicious shuddering sourness, 
We  burst and pucker up
to be undone by our own kisses.

Right foot dance step-quilt square #8 (Interweaving Footsteps) by Kay Jay (stitched in stone) August 2021
Provided to YouTube by DistroKid Tangerine Dream · Maya Delilah Tangerine Dream ℗ Maya Delilah Released on: 2020-01-10

Patchwork Love

I didn’t care where we went, I didn’t care what we did, I was ready and it was okay if I made you run late, for taking the time to swing by and pick me up, which you insisted on because it would be better with me along for the ride, my company no matter how brief, you’d take how ever long you could get

I watched the petals drop from a yellow rose, tucked under a tangle of chamomile blossoms in Sarah’s bouquet while I waited by the window and listened for the sound of your work truck, for the tires to crunch on the gravel

You liked what I was wearing, you said, I looked cute in your company logo and that it might be harder to work, now that you felt a little distracted and if we had a forty minute break, we could kiss the whole time

We followed the interstate under the flight of turkey buzzards, past the wildflower freeway medians, through the patchwork farm country, berry brambled and littered with semi-truck truck stops, truck lined weigh centers, silo trucking docks, eyed license plates from Iowa and Idaho and Washington and pulled up to the sound of a lonely rooster in historic (a.k.a. broken down) downtown Donald, that boasted of Hazelnuts and a population of 979 (more or less) where we parked next to railroad tracks as abundant as the neighborhood streets themselves

The clouds that passed, rode on a warm breeze and a layer of darkness threatening to scatter showers between sun breaks and a jogger jogged, sporting shoes the same color orange as the Road Work Ahead sign, posted beneath flapping safety flags

You put on your red bandana rubber-banded mask and got out to social distance with the sales agent, asked about the crawl space, and got to inspecting and detecting and site mapping and photo graphing

And I listened to your scanner pitch into a fast screw ball, and a morning dove coo cooing a lullaby, watched you walk paces in your boots, and the finches, the sparrows, the starlings, the chickadees, the crows, the swifts, the juncos, the jays more abundant than hazelnuts and railroad ties, seemed to skitter and hop and flit and swoop and dart and perch and spy and gather and deliver and pair and fly and sing 979 (more or less) different birdsongs while I waited for you and wrote this love poem.

“Sarah’s Bouquet” #2 (Roses and Chamomile), photo by Kay Jay, June 2020
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Pine Needle…Bed Rock… Paper Cut… Ranunculus

“Needlepoint and Paper-Cuts” #1 (Ranunculus) mixed media by Kay Jay, March 2020
“Ranunculus” #1 (photograph) by Kay Jay, March 2020

My Love… is paper scissors bedrock, the potential of blank paper.

Same as knowing what it feels like to be a lodgepole pine and stand still in forests, while lovers carve hearts and initials

into me.

The trunk that forms a swollen burl after repeated shocks,

protective in the evidence of how obvious how innocent how intentional how sensitive

and adaptive

in the face of,

in light of… those arabesques

our pronouncement

and commitment

expressed through lucid but deep cuts

until I become your sweet cambium peels…

and sappy;

Reaching a perfect pitch requiring fire and heat to release…

upon a floor, blanketed in a cushion

of soft and sharp needles, patient

dripping sticky

sugar water; the same nutrition and poultice that eases you

more useful than firewood

I am revolving doorways and bay windows with bench seats that secretly open into chests full of books, the eaves and the rafters and the beams, and fences to climb over and railroad ties;

you chewing on my most succulent insides

each disturbance of habitat

sending sudden and bursting new




self aware and


our roots; connected intertwined traveling

to and away, tethered and anchored,

from the rising and expanding


of seeing

of witnessing everything


while Matisse acquires many paper cuts to float above his quilts.

He makes his choice of pink table cloths and lemons, goldfish swimming like tangerine crescents, caresses his favorite dove, never mentioning turnip country again,

or her flatness,

or her darkness,

or her wetness.

Instead he hands each intimate shape to Lydia and points, “There.”

She places his silhouettes, like she does her feet according to his dance steps,

a choreography set to the plunking piano keys as played

by elbows




in bold colors.

Notes as crushing on

as charmed by

as composed and spontaneous as ranunculus

that speak easy underground same as do

victorian tea gardens.

He listens to how

his fingers fit like a glove into a pair of scissors no thanks and in part due to the industrial revolution

and dozes off,


into dreams, a future

where your radio jazz

accompanies a bouquet

that throws confetti from my lap

in order to stop what I am doing to set them in water.

The Thelonious Monk “I love You” (Sweetheart of All My Dreams) music audio is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purposes. (Expanded Edition) ℗ Originally released 1964. All rights reserved by Columbia Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment Released on: 2002-08-19 Composer, Lyricist: Arthur Fitch Producer: Teo Macero Drums: Ben Riley Composer, Lyricist: Kay Fitch Composer, Lyricist: Herbert Lowe Bass: Larry Gales Tenor Saxophone: Charlie Rouse

“100 Lashes” (You Reap What You Sow)

“Kisses of a Swallow Tale” (100 Lashes) mixed media by Kay Jay, January 2020

100 lashes against his cheek, impressing him with a flurry of

butterfly kisses, as I bat my eyes,

we talk about


delicate love; 

How it can survive frost because of what is deep down, 

chrysalis or seed~

all hibernations reflect this truth

and our listening,

although sometimes winging it,

emerges into swallowtails.

The Alicia Keys “Butterflyz” (music audio) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose.
Butterflyz · Alicia Keys Songs In A Minor (Expanded Edition) ℗ 2001 Sony Music Entertainment Released on: 2001-06-05 Guitar: Gerald Flowers, Bass: Richie Goods, Recording Engineer: Kerry “Krucial” Brothers, Jr. Mixing Engineer: Gerry Brown

My Kind of Wonderful. . .

Right Foot (dance step quilt square) #6 by Kay Jay (Stitched in Stone) November 2019.jpg
Right Foot “The First Step, The Last Step, Every Step I Take” (dance step-quilt square) #6 by Kay Jay, November 2019

I’m waiting for the right words

when he comes dancing in from the cold

careful of my feet

wraps his arms around me

pulls heat from my body until I shiver

and kisses me with tangerines on his breath

covering a hint of tobacco.

We have fifteen minutes, love

to pour the grounds into the filter, a tiny dark mound

some loose across the counter, spreading out

some on the floor, slipping


some clinging to the soles of his work boots.

Pour the water to the top line

after fetching it from the faucet, splashing the sink board

some running down the cupboards

some on the floor, puddling around the soles of his work boots.

“Read out loud to me?”

I ask him, avoiding eye contact with the broom

while it’s brewing

ignoring the dust pan

the percolating and chugging and sucking in

the belching bursts of hot steam

never mind the dish cloth

when he lowers his voice


swear to god he sounds just like Barry White,

no matter the headline

it’s good news

when he rolls smooth and booms

until I laugh.

The Barry White “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” (music audio) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose.

Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group You’re The First, The Last, My Everything · Barry White Can’t Get Enough ℗ A Mercury Records Release; ℗ 1974 UMG Recordings, Inc. Producer, Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Vocals: Barry White Associated Performer, Recording Arranger: Gene Page Studio Personnel, Engineer: Frank Kejmar Studio Personnel, Engineer: Paul Elmore Composer Lyricist: Peter Sterling Radcliffe Composer Lyricist: Tony Sepe Composer Lyricist: Barry White

Beach Combing. . .

Sea Stars among anemones” (Cannon Beach, August 2019) photo by Kay Jay

A garden of sea stars clinging to the same rock

as if cradled among aggregated anemones

that more truly await the return of the tide to submerge them

so they may open hungry;

Raggedy yet elegant, under salt water,

some kind of looking glass dahlias

fragile green as summer katydids

with no one the wiser to their predatory nature. . .

My lover pokes his finger into the soft tugging and says, “watch”

and I witness the longing

that can not be satiated nor understood by its own instinctual embrace,

Paralyzing to a lesser prey

so soon consumed.

He kneels in the sand to sketch our heart chakra rock,

that living rock

that changing rock

that sings at certain times in the morning

when he is still asleep and I am the only one making footprints in the sand,

walking along the shore

with circling grey-blue silver-white gulls and their speckled brown beggar offspring who’d ask the local crows for a hand out

if only they would oblige. . .

Our mecca

no matter the weather

He captures shapes quickly on his torn Arches

and promises to paint in the colors

later. . .

How his hair is the same as the gradients of gold

that darkens under the tide’s constant measure

and whitens where the sands bleach dry, closer to home. . .

The crinkle lines around his eyes, smiling

some sun rays

and the clouds so like his beard, puffy above

the folds of his dark blue denim, his broad shoulders

jacketing the distant hills in forest

and he turns to me

to look me in the eye

and he says, this is the place that makes lovers wanna kiss.

“Tide Pool Sea Star” #1 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #2 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Tide Pool Sea Star” #3 (Cannon Beach) August 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay
“Green Sea Anemones” (Cannon Beach Tide Pool) photo by Kay Jay
“HayStack Rock” (Cannon Beach) September 2019 (photo) by Kay Jay

“Kiss and Tell…”

“Grapefruit Love” photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Grapefruit Love (Strip Tease)” photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Grapefruit Love (Offering)” photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Grapefruit Love (Opening)” photography by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Grapefruit Love (Ravished)” photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Grapefruit Love (Seed)” photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
Sade “Kiss of Life” (Audio) is being posted here for NO COMMERCIAL PURPOSE.