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

shoots

instinctive

resilient,

self aware and

persevering…

our roots; connected intertwined traveling

to and away, tethered and anchored,

from the rising and expanding

(history)

of seeing

of witnessing everything

change,

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

making

love

notes

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,

slips

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

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You…

“Sand Love” (Valentine photo) by Kay Jay (February 14, 2020)

I opened my eyes in the early morning darkness to you wanting

to hold me and we stayed

in bed until the sunlight came up when we could see each other smiling.

We never wanted to get out of bed,

while we talked about not being able to wait to get back to the ocean and we kissed

before You poured me coffee, before you showered, while I read your poem

that said when you looked into my eyes you felt safe.

The Lauryn Hill “Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You” (Music Audio) is being post on Stitched in Stone for NO Commercial Purpose. Provided to YouTube by Sony Music Entertainment Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You Lauryn Hill /The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill ℗ 1998 Ruffhouse Records/ Associated Performer, Executive Producer, Producer: Lauryn Hill / Composer, Lyricist: Bob Crewe Composer, Lyricist: Bob Gaudio /Editor: Devon Kirkpatrick Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Comissioner Gordon Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Warren Riker Mastering Engineer: Jr. Herb Powers

“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

sowing

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

“ChickiBoom Strung”

“Seagulls” #1 (Cannon Beach, Oregon) photo by Kay Jay

Got one boot off

barefoot

kicking through waves

that would roll me under

and pull me away.

See that sun going down?

She’ll be back

to warm the shore,

where seagulls flock

and hop a couple of times before running

into flight,

impatient

with the focus of my camera lens. And if I should get carried away

without a reliable raft,

if back floating only filled my lungs with salt

after it passed through my cracked lips,

He’d toss me a glass bottle message:

drink the rain. . .

Saw me off a branch from his olive tree just to send me something peaceful

I can cling to

sow the driftwood

becomes the tree he grew, to carve into the stories,

Whispers of stormy winds around his lighthouse

love

and how he is driven to pull his bow across my gut strings

just to listen to me sing. . .

An empty cigar box strung into pluck and strum and I become his ChickiBoom.

“ChickiBoom in Bed” (Cigar Box Ukulele created by Sony Feldberg) photo by Kay Jay, December 2019
The Big Wild “6’s to 9’s” (music video) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose.

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

Some of What You Gonna Need…

“Cookie Cutters” (photo and baking) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Some of What You Gonna Need…” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Two and a half cups all purpose flour” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One and a half teaspoons baking soda for good measure” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Half a teaspoon of salt more or less…” (photo) by Kay Jay August 2019
“Whisk your dry ingredients in a medium bowl” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Think of Love while whisking your dry ingredients” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Don’t walk on eggshells” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Can’t bake cookies without breaking a few eggs” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One teaspoon vanilla (secret ingredient)” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One teaspoon vanilla (secret ingredient)” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One teaspoon vanilla (secret ingredient)” #3 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One teaspoon vanilla and two eggs whisking” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One teaspoon vanilla and two eggs whisking” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One cup granulated sugar” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“One cup packed brown sugar” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Brown sugar lump and granulated sugar bed awaiting in a large mixing bowl” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Whisk with your whole heart so the brown sugar and granulated sugar in a large mixing bowl combine” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Two sticks… slightly melted butter” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Butter and Sugar” #1 “Pouring”(photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Butter and Sugar” #2 “Whisking” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Beating two eggs and the secret ingredient vanilla into your Butter and Sugar” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Beating two eggs and the secret ingredient vanilla into your Butter and Sugar” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
Keep Whisking with Love” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“A tiny bubble” in One and a half cups or one jar of 16 ounce Adam’s Old Fashioned (no-stir) creamy peanutbutter” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Peanut butter spoon” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
Add peanut butter to large bowl ingredients (photo) by Kay Jay (August 2019)
“Two spoons (no more whisking)” photo by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Stir with peanut butter spoon” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Stir with peanut butter spoon” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly” (pour in your dry ingredients) #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly” (pour in your dry ingredients and stir) #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly” (pour in your dry ingredients and stir) #3 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly” (pour in your dry ingredients and stir) #4 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly” (pour in your dry ingredients and stir) #5 “Every Last bit” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly Stir” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Slowly Stir” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Trust yourself now” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“The Dough” (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Keeping it cool” (The Dough) after being covered in wax paper and a half an hour of refrigeration (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Sweet Balls” ice-cream scoop sized dough balls (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“A Perfect Fit” cookie cutter dough balls (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Almost Ready” cookie cutter dough balls (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Cross my heart” #1 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Cross my heart” #2 (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“Careful Not to Burn” bake at 350 degrees for 12 minutes (photo) by Kay Jay, August 2019
“My Heart is Yours” (peanut butter cookies made with love) photo by Kay Jay, August 2019
The Grateful Dead “Sugar Magnolia” (Live Music Audio) is being posted on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose.
Sugar Magnolia (Live at Fillmore East, New York City, April 1971) · Grateful Dead Ladies And Gentlemen… The Grateful Dead: Fillmore East, New York City, April 1971 ℗ 2000 Grateful Dead Productions, Inc. Writer: Bob Weir Writer: Robert Hunter Writer: Ron McKernan
Lyrics:
Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I dont care, Saw my baby down by the river, knew shed have to come up soon for air. Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if youll abide We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside. Shes got everything delightful, shes got everything I need, Takes the wheel when Im seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed She comes skimmin through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew, She dont come and I dont follow, waits backstage while I sing to you. Well, she can dance a cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive. Shes a summer love for spring, fall and winter. she can make happy any man alive. Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing Ill walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me. Shes got everything delightful, shes got everything I need, A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes Indeed. Sometimes when the cuckoos crying, when the moon is half way down, Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander round. Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely, Ride our singin, Ill walk you in the morning sunshine Sunshine, daydream. sunshine, daydream. walking in the sunshine.

“Making Love”

“Making Love” #1 (angel cake heart) photo by Kay Jay, June 2019
“Making Love” #2 (strawberries and whipped cream angel cake heart) photo by Kay Jay, June 2019.
“Making Love” #3 (strawberry angel cake heart) photo by Kay Jay, June 2019
The Mary J. Blige “Ultimate Relationship (A.M.)” (music audio)
is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose.
“Love Bite” (strawberry angel cake bite) photo by Kay Jay, June 2019