Category: Spoken Word



Med visdom kommer ensomhed

Tenderness, sympathetically persuading

Desolated, bare, uninhabited

Forsaken, adrift in bewilderment

Gawking eyes beseech; yet recoil




Wintry Decline

Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind, As man’s ingratitude.
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.
Now is the winter of our discontent.  ~William Shakespeare
She always articulates her parting with a twinge; does she not? Here’s my expression of her departure.~ Josette ❤
#BlizzardStella from my back yard South Bronx March 14, 2017
Stranded, bellowing encircling seductively, kindred essence of the malevolent; yet enchantingly, she stays
Nipped, rasping endearments embracing bitterly, kin to the seams of the quill; yet enchantingly, she plays
Partaken, gelid drops diminishing sluggishly, tastelessly, ally from the arctic abyss; yet enchantingly, she sways
*Footnotes- So what motivated me? Obviously the view 😀 and these lovely sounds-
Winter Sounds and of course quotes from Shakespeare!

Carbon Copy


You’ve pressed me down, ran through me, tracing me according to your design.
You made me into the image of your choosing, a carbon copy of yourself, you played god.
I lay on this cold, hard surface trying to escape, to run, be free but your strength overwhelmed me.
You make the final touches, I am only a projection, a surface, an illusion of your evil genius.
Inside I’m still me, plotting, waiting to shed this skin you’ve given me, a metamorphosis who will grow wings and fly.

You haven’t won.


Footsteps bare upon dew soaked grass
Across hills, through valleys of wild petals
Dancing silhouettes skipped ahead
Fluttering wings of violet fade at the last drop of light
He stands beneath the tree reaching his arms out to her.
Loves embrace as kisses steal breath away
She looks up to see her flame, the light she sought


“ It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

Rose Kennedy

The moments that are supposed to,
Put distance
Between you, and me
Your thoughts,
The memories,
Bring pain
Your words,
In my heart
When I,
Dig deep
They tear me

Written by: Josette Hansen
Pseudonym Adinah Schramm