Jamieson Wolf

I gather letters to myself like a magpie. They are shiny and sparkling and I need to hold light right now.   As I gather them up, the light draws me inward so that I can look at myself, and I can really see myself and who I am without wondering what layer to make people comfortable. These pieces of glass hold onto the light, making them pulse and shine. The letters are written in…

The Flow of the Water – Painting by Jamieson Wolf I am always fascinated by the way that my body changes. Max Shadow has been active lately. For over a year, I’ve had trouble dressing myself. My leg muscles have been incredibly tight. I haven’t been able to raise my right leg enough to put my clothes on. At first, the muscles just hurt when I tried to pull my clothes on, but eventually, I could…

I saw the Tarot Chimera in a video deck review by The Hermit’s Cave (which can be seen here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNgJl9mCgDY&t=770s ) and was immediately smitten. I loved the designs, the quiet play of light and dark, the drawings that were at once arresting and intriguing.  For a lot of the cards, they reflected the emotion or intent, even if it didn’t contain the symbolism of each…

It still boggles my mind with excitement that Minotaur is an Aurora Award nominee. It’s all kinds of wonderful that the book has been recognized this way and I’m just glad that people are enjoying it. It’s even got some reviews on Amazon which is lovely. It took a lot for me to write that book, so having Minotaur nominated for an Aurora Award is incredible. If you want a chance to read Minotaur…

I find myself here every year, standing by the same pool of water wondering what the new cycle will bring. It’s been an honour to watch myself grow into who I am, the reflection of me rippled by the water. There was a part of me that thought I would beat this disease that lives within me and that I would find a way past all of it, break through the wall into the light of a new…

The first Shakespeare play that I ever read was Romeo and Juliet. Like a lot of other people, I read it in high school. It opened up a whole world for me, full of true love and tragedy, hope and solace. I fell in love with Romeo and Juliet as they fell in love, but it was Mercutio that held the light for me. I read and re-read that tragedy multiple times and it was always Mercutio that leapt off…

Three Pines by Jamieson Wolf It’s been thirteen years since my life changed. I can pinpoint it to the very day. Part of me can’t believe that I’ve lived with multiple sclerosis for this long. The journey with this disease can’t possibly gone on for that long? It seems like only a short time ago, I was preparing for my first MS Walk. I was anxious and worried to walk the three kilometre walk…

I have amazing news that I can finally share! Minotaur has been nominated for Best YA Novel in the Prix Aurora Awards! They are a prestigious award run by The Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association (CSFFA) and the ballots are voted on by members of the CSFFA. It’s a long process, and I am just so thrilled that I’m an official Aurora Award Nominee. So many wonderful works are submitted…

The pool in my building I swam with the rain above me. It gently lashed at the windows, creating a whisper that echoed in the air. A woman entered and waved. I called out a Hello! and moved to the left side of the pool. I knew that she was afraid of water; she liked to use the wall to guide her, give her a sense of safety. I kept swimming, the music of rain and my breath joined by…

*To my Beautiful Husband. You have become a magician to me. Time has bent and shifted around us. I can still recall that moment right before we said our vows. As I approached you, I could see a line of light that connected the two of us, its glow showing me the way to you. My stomach was so filled with joy that the butterflies within became airborne every time I opened my mouth. When I…

The Invisible Forest by Jamieson Wolf I spend a lot of my time waiting. I’m currently waiting for the lymphocytes in my blood to get to 0.8 before I can start my fourth and final round with Mavenclad. My immune system has been wiped away three times now and I’m hoping that the next round does what it’s supposed to do. I’ve been through it three times now, so I know what to expect. Still though,…

The Light of the Moon – Painting by Jamieson Wolf I am in a deep slumber when a light goes off in my mind, and I am staring into the dark, wondering how I will fall asleep again. Instead of letting my mind fill with worry, which is what I usually do, I focus on the sounds around me, letting them lull me to sleep: the wind is howling outside my window, singing in its whispering…

It’s no secret: I love love. I love the act of being in love, the bliss of being loved and the infatuation that becomes lust and hopefully turns into love. I have always been a romantic at heart, so it should come as no surprise that I cut my writing teeth with romance novels. My very first romance novel, Valentine, was published by Cobblestone Press LLC. They were a diverse and inclusive…

A Moon To Guide Us – Art by Jamieson Wolf I’ve been rather quiet on here. That has mostly been because I’ve been busy. I finished the first draft of my new memoir last week and I’ve been so intent on finishing that. You know when you can see the end in sight? When I get like that with a book, I just plug in and keep going. I have a terrible habit of working on a lot of different projects at…

The sky was the depth and wonder of black velvet. The air around me was filled with the promise of something wonderful. It had taken me a week to make my costume. I was going as Demeter and Rhonda was dressing as a succubus. We had found my wig at the Zesty Mart on Bank Street; it had a good selection of stuff for Halloween costumes. The wig looked like real hair, and it gave me a black bob. It…

Catherine’s three cats followed her everywhere. If I couldn’t find her, I just had to listen for the padder of cat feet and head towards them. This time, I merely had to wait for the footsteps to find me because Catherine was going to introduce me to the others that lived in the house. Soon enough, Catherine knocked on my door, and I opened it to find her standing there, surrounded by her cats.…

“And you’re going to need more clothes. You can’t move into your place without any real clothes, of and you need bedsheets.” We were in the Giant Tiger in the Byward Market. Rhonda was putting things in my cart. She put a set of one-hundred percent flannel sheets in, along with a pair of comfortable looking pyjama’s. “I’m not sure I’ll need those.” I told her. “Cus you’re such a slut, right?”…