Blue Moon


I first heard the song while driving on the Boston Expressway; the green juggernaut, pre-tunnel, that careened around the backside of the city through Chinatown past Faneuil Hall and across the Charles. Flying over city rooftops, with the window down, it was sometime around 4 a.m., 1991.

I remember it viscerally — the cool air, the blur of lights, and the sweet voice of a singer I’d never heard. Her words creating a memory yet to happen, weaving heartbreak into the hope of a blue moon.

The song has come in and out of my life since — from those bittersweet moments on a Massachusetts highway through the serendipity of friendship, conversations as endless as the Texas sky, out-of-the-blue endings, and the magic of great transformations.

With news of this week’s blue moon, I was there again — driving with the window down, Memory in the passenger seat, wondering at the power of words that show up in our lives…

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Words ©2015, Jen Payne

Kiss Feeding


Before I knew,
I knew to fear
your leaving.
fed spoonfuls
of fear, and
braced for
your betrayal.

Even fledgling
romance carried
fear of loss
so heavy
I fell to
early demise,
and reinforced
her warning
that I would
surely drown.

How can I swim
with you, love,
if my wings
have been clipped
by the
sins of my mother?

Words ©2015, Jen Payne
Image: Bird and Its Nest, Georges Braque

Now Trending


The sidebar photo
leaves little
for the mind’s eye.
A familiar report.
Heartbreak by hyperlink:
Interstate 85, 1 Killed.

Random news
delivered 600 miles north
on the breath of technology
leaves me breathless
and full of memory.
If it was yesterday,
would I (click here)?
View Slideshow for details?
Find out what remains of the father, the son?

Seduced by the lure of
More Information,
how immune we have become.
Numbed and dumbed
by these machines
that choose news
for corporate value,
not the cost to our souls.

©2015, Jen Payne

Carpe Diem


From the window
a butterfly,
orange and playful,
floats across
the hot green backdrop
of summer.
Like wings,
my thoughts flutter
here, there,
alight on
unpredictable life
as catbird
scans, soars,
seize the day!
sweet arrhythmia


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Words ©2015, Jen Payne
Photo ©2015 Jen Payne, great spangled fritillary (Speyeria cybele)

In January, Resolution. In July, Refresh.


July, the midway point in the year, a birthday…and the final bend in my first half-century on the planet. A good time to re-evaluate, set down some new intentions, refine the vision (board).

What we see? The more things change, the more they stay the same. Self-improvement and home improvement. Travel. All things writing and books. Love. Balance. Friends. Play. And the reminder that in it all, there is no security. Imagine!