Paramour
The quickening of desire
feeds the flickering fire
raising emotions higher
The truth of heart required
Earn your love-I conspire
Your soul, I want acquired
Whatever transpires, in
your arms I can respire.
Julie Stanley
jvstanley
J. V. Stanley is a multi- genre author who writes vivid tales that transcend the boundaries of traditional story telling, drawing on resilient characters that embed themselves in the reader’s mind. Her title Faces in Still Waters, won first place in the Summer Indie Author’s Book Awards in 2016. Subsequently, her title Chasing the Red, took second place in the Summer Indie Book Awards the same year. She has several solo titles and has been featured in many anthologies with other Indie writers. Ms. Stanley hails from a small hiccup of a town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and has quite the taste for adventure- walking atop waterfalls ranking at the top of her list. She is also an IDPA nationally ranked pistol competitor and enjoys writing poetry- thus declaring herself a warrior poet. Her published works include: Faces In Still Waters, Fire & Water, Chasing The Red, The Library, Love Notes & Zanzibar, Love & Candied Orange Peels, The Courtesan, Asylum, Beyond Atlantis, Beyond Wonderland, Beyond The Jungle, Campfire Tales, Christmas Nightmares, Devious Ingenues, Grave Importance, Steamed, Do Not Pet The Human, Falling For Crazy, Chaos & Paw Prints, Forest Of The Dark, Gr8 Greeks, Infamy, The Light Shines Through, Mirror, Rags To Riches, and Siren’s Lullaby.
The River of Life
The River of Life
Rivers bending like jutting roots
cattails lining the bank in shoots
Water wears on stone
lay beneath unknown.
the gravestone
soul en route.
Cry Hallelujah With A Desperate Heart
Cry Hallelujah With A Desperate Heart
Cry hallelujah with a desperate heart
from which all crosses carried hard shall bear
The fruit of His word and love of His art
Prayers expressed as words with an empty breath
Upon deaf ears shall they fail to ensnare
Cry hallelujah with a desperate heart.
Blessings design the escape of one’s death
Feast at the banquet of His praised affair
The fruit of His word and love of His art
Bound to existing in a living death
Sin a folly, with belief one is spared
Cry hallelujah with a desperate heart
Race for His love as it catches your breath
To deliver from the depths of despair
The fruit of His word and love of His art
Belief in Him, you will overcome death
Never shall you find love greater elsewhere
Cry hallelujah with a desperate heart
The fruit of His word and love of His art
Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue
Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue
Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth
grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder–
with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of your words.
Thurst away, my back arched as I fell upon a stalagmite, impaling an asinine dream.
I am lost within a cave of vagary, Adam’s ale dripping from the speleothems
collecting tears into the fissures of my pathetic little heart.
How truth is veiled as it sidesteps my pleading, and still I allowed you to linger on
innervating the fibers of my being entangling within the illusion of you.I carried you with me as I would time, and I watched the hands with bated breath
as the gnomon found its shadow chasing the sun across the expanse of water
Veiled in the blue, my eyes shut tight against the inexorable-
the lingering answer I already knew within my core, yet still I conceived that hope was a better choice.
Encompassed within you is the essence of every desire in life I collected and clutched to my breast
I clung to the latitudinous invention that somewhere within the brine of your heart, a fragmented spark touched off.
Blinded by the veil, as blue as the South Atlantic, I pressed on and pushed away years of languishing, for it had not.
How staggering the truth becomes whilst in a purgatory of the heart, twisted and tormented by the strength of unrequited love.Thus, I resign myself to my sepulcher deep within the hollow, dressed in a robe of darkness, disconsolately disenchanted
Caught within the spider silk of the veil weaving through my vision, natant upon the jettisoned subterranian river of my crestfallen lament..
Randidawn
Randidawn
Dawn
breaks through
the umbra-
Her eclipsing
miam–her fortitude
as she faces discord
risen from ashy shadows
ruminating over the breaking
glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent
delight within the souls warmed with tenderness
she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in
shades of color, like feathers upon the skyline
The grace of her generosity as she shares her hues
Like fire, she brands the treeline in iridescent crimson streaks
Awakening those whose hearts are parted by the gossamer clouds
leaving remnants of color imbued within her every venture.
She inspires the daybreak, creating a masterpiece every morning
She is the first blush of early light after darkness had prevailed through the eve,.
She graces the world with tenacity and a will to break through the horizon.
Misgiving
Misgiving
Emotions are fleeting, but leave shadows in their wake.
They follow stalk-eyed, peering through
magnified lenses–watching as you undress.
the folds of clothing fall in crumpled heaps
and the voices slither from them,
drumming the ear like fingers on a table.
waiting patiently for a reaction.
It creeps across flesh, reaching into the depths
stretching–feeling its way into the creases,
provoking ill-favored sentiment.
They glide down the barrel
twisting a crook around the trigger–
pulling it repeatedly like threads from a hem.
The shadows split the stitching
guarding your heart
and reach into the cavity to retrieve
the soulful cries of
what was lost.
Introduction to J. V. Stanley
So…I suppose I should say a bit about myself. I’m a quirky, socially awkward, introvert with random spasms of hyperactivity and singing. I will sing your ear off and have a tendency of embarrassing my friends because of it. If you’re ever in Walmart during the holidays, and you hear someone belting out “Silent Night” chances are it’s me.
I love the outdoors. Hiking, fishing, hunting, nature, and identifying various plants. I’m actually studying to become a Certified Herbalist. Fun fact-I actually became a Certified Pearl Specialist for the sake of research for a current WIP.
I’m a nationally ranked pistol competitor and a poet so whaddaya know? I’m a warrior poet. I also have a penchant for walking on waterfalls. It’s one of my favorite past times.
I have two mini me’s, my dog, Poet (Great Dane/English Mastiff/Shepherd mix), and my cats-Gizmo and Muse. I am single with a book boyfriend by the name of Baldassare (Created by Tracy Ball for the anthology “Siren’s Lullaby”) who is so swoon worthy, I wish I could rip him out of the page and make him mine.
I’ve been writing nearly all my life–I live and breathe the written word. I love to learn and when I do, I dive right in. That’s another reason I love being a writer. My works include my standalone novel “Faces In Still Waters” my two poetry books “Chasing The Red” and “Fire and Water”, and the anthologies I was honored to be a part of “Steamed”, “Forest of The Dark”, “Beyond Atlantis”, “Beyond Wonderland”, “Campfire Tales”, “Do Not Pet The Humans”, “Infamy”, “Devious Ingenues”, “Grave Importance”, “The Light Shines Through”, “Gr8 Greeks”, & “Siren’s Lullaby”. I’m also working on my “Orange Bliss Romance Series” in the “Ice Cream Shop Series” &“Candy Shop Series”. The first novella, “Love Notes & Zanzibar” was published July 2019.