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
The “Take Me With U” by Prince and the Revolution is being posted on Stitched in Stone for No Commercial Purpose. Provided to YouTube by Rhino/Warner Records Take Me with U · Prince Purple Rain ℗ 1984 NPG Records, Inc. under exclusive license to Warner Records Inc. Lead Vocals: Apollonia Mastering Engineer: Bernie Grundman Bass Guitar: Brown Mark Vocals: Brown Mark Cello: David Coleman Engineer: David Leonard Engineer: David Rivkin Keyboards, Vocals: Lisa Coleman Keyboards, Vocals: Matt Fink Viola, Violin: Novi Novog Engineer: Peggy McCreary Arranger, Instruments, Piano, Producer: Prince Lead Guitar: Prince Lead Vocals: Prince Backing Vocals: Prince Drums, Percussion: Robert B. Rivkin Engineer: Susan Rogers Cello: Suzie Katayama Guitar, Vocals: Wendy Melvoin Writer: Prince

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

“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.

Such Sweet Thunder…

Left foot “Such Sweet Thunder” (dance step-quilt square) #3 by Kay Jay, July 2019

We live thru the thunderstorms,

the darkening skies,

the illumination of every strike and boom and all the crashing and the rolling,

and the down~

pours.

We live thru the full Buck moon;

We live thru the rise~

in humidity,

the record heat,

the barometric pressure of tossing and turning,

sleepless nights, kicking off the covers with our feet

and sweating the sheets

clinging

to the encompassing sound

and whirling air

of fan blades.

We live thru the tension in the air,

what is tight and withholding and impending…

And the explosive cycles

of delicate rose

budding

and blossoming,

all the blushing

and the hips.

“Blushing” Rose #1 (photograph by Kay Jay, July 2019)
The Duke Ellington and his Orchestra “Such Sweet Thunder” (audio) is being featured on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose. (*note: The track list to the full album is provided below as it was originally featured here. Unfortunately it can no longer be listened to for free. But I whole heartedly recommend ya’ll buy it for your home collection, be it on Vinyl, CD, or thru your favorite listening mode. It’s fabu!)

Such Sweet Thunder is a Duke Ellington album, released in 1957. The record is a twelve part suite based on the work of William Shakespeare.

  1. “Such Sweet Thunder” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:22
  2. “Sonnet for Caesar” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:00
  3. “Sonnet to Hank Cinq” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 1:24
  4. “Lady Mac” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:41
  5. “Sonnet in Search of a Moor” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 2:22
  6. “The Telecasters” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:05
  7. “Up and Down, Up and Down (I Will Lead Them Up and Down)” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:09
  8. “Sonnet for Sister Kate” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 2:24
  9. “The Star-Crossed Lovers” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 4:00
  10. “Madness in Great Ones” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 3:26
  11. “Half the Fun” (Also known as “Lately”) (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 4:19
  12. “Circle of Fourths” (Ellington, Strayhorn) – 1:45

“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.

The Best Time to Be Here…

“The Book of The Mountains” still life photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019
“The Book of The Mountains” (Quilt Reflections) still life photograph by Kay Jay, June 2019

The Best Time to Be Here

When we go to the mountain, my husband looks for bats, marked by fast fluttering and ditzy circles, high above us

and he does his best

calling for owls, which I adamantly denied were there, unwilling to humor him, for a full on eleven years, before there was one.

Naturally I had to confess, he was right

so that now when he who-who’s, I stop to listen for the response of any true witnesses in our fox-wedding church.

He’s reverent of the black-hooded juncos hopping across our path,

gingerly follows the lone red-headed sap-sucker hammering around the trunk of a Douglas fir until the bird loses its nerve for lack of privacy,

and stands mesmerized by the number of goldfinches ornamenting the branches of a plum tree and blackberry brambles he can’t wait for

to fruit

when we can forage like bears.

The aggressive squawking of a jay has his eyes rolling for the blue and he points at last to where the crows scold and angrily mob the brazen egg thief.

He spots a red tail hawk feather, and picks it up, cherishing it as a gift from his father.

A robin does its quick running-walk and snatches a plump earth worm,

song sparrows call out for love,

and humming birds throw kisses at us.

A sky of fleeting tangerine and pink salmon fire sun

sets through the black silhouetting trees

and he says to me, “There’s our light, sweetie. This is our time on the mountain.”

The Brandi Carlile “The Story” (Music Video)
is being posted on Stitched in Stone for no commercial purpose.