Lina Jamison
art : poetry : essays
Sunday, October 25, 2026
When You’ve Written
The End
You’ve written.
The end to your adventures
You’ve written.
In five to ten years,
You’ve concluded.
The final curtain closing,
The house lights coming.
Oh, how joyous! How fitting!
That there’d be no tears.
Just singing praises
For how you’ve penned
Your very own kind of
Masterpiece.
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You’ve written.
The end to your adventures
You’ve written.
In five to ten years,
You’ve concluded.
The final curtain closing,
The house lights coming.
Oh, how joyous! How fitting!
That there’d be no tears.
Just singing praises
For how you’ve penned
Your very own kind of
Masterpiece.
MLJ24102026
Adopt a Pain
Adopt a child.
A dog, a cat,
Whether offered,
Or at your doorstep left.
Or a four-legged entered
And helped themselves.
Why not
Adopt these pains
When they keep coming
Like thieves in the night
Or pickpockets by day?
Leaving you cussing,
Otherwise wishing
Easy, instant replacement
For what you’d possessed.
Like the Chinook
Or the Nor’easter
That’ll constantly keep coming
For they’re what seasons bring.
But if they stay for good
Then like a pharaoh,
Take them with you,
As afterlife companions.
But as God promised
No pain, no sorrow,
Then there’ll be relief
After all.
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A dog, a cat,
Whether offered,
Or at your doorstep left.
Or a four-legged entered
And helped themselves.
Why not
Adopt these pains
When they keep coming
Like thieves in the night
Or pickpockets by day?
Leaving you cussing,
Otherwise wishing
Easy, instant replacement
For what you’d possessed.
Like the Chinook
Or the Nor’easter
That’ll constantly keep coming
For they’re what seasons bring.
But if they stay for good
Then like a pharaoh,
Take them with you,
As afterlife companions.
But as God promised
No pain, no sorrow,
Then there’ll be relief
After all.
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Over the Crimson Sky
Over the crimson sky,
Squawking seagulls fly.
Mornings like this
I’ll surely miss,
When in bed underneath,
No regrets. Just memories
Of sounds and colors.
Squawking seagulls fly.
Mornings like this
I’ll surely miss,
When in bed underneath,
No regrets. Just memories
Of sounds and colors.
Earth's splendor!
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Saturday, October 24, 2026
Either I have dementia or there are more things to cuss about since COVID...
Even in her cussing, she felt the need to remain demure and private. It to freely express herself. This partly explains why I started cursing
Sep 21, 2026 — Dementia can cause unexpected swearing due to changes in brain function. Triggers like changes in routine can contribute. Calm responses and
Monday, October 12, 2026
A No-Turducken Thanksgiving
Breakfast was mango-raisin pancakes.
Lunch was stir-fried bitter gourd egg
Topped with leftover fried tilapia fillet,
Only because the gourd was on sale.
Then banana-peanut-zucchini milkshake.
Dinner was the same, with chicken liver,
Only because liver was on sale.
No-turducken dinner. No leftovers.
MLJ12102026ThanksgivingHoliday
Lunch was stir-fried bitter gourd egg
Topped with leftover fried tilapia fillet,
Only because the gourd was on sale.
Then banana-peanut-zucchini milkshake.
Dinner was the same, with chicken liver,
Only because liver was on sale.
No-turducken dinner. No leftovers.
MLJ12102026ThanksgivingHoliday
Saturday, October 10, 2026
Friday, October 09, 2026
Plank
I tried one day and hurt my back. Couldn't get up the next morning and went on an emergency leave -- the first time after teaching for 20 years in North America. OMG!
Saturday, October 03, 2026
The Obedient Child and Raisin Bread Pudding
Half asleep, I walked to the baker’s next block.
Not the one you know now for it was not
Bright or colorful, of glass and steel
With modern ovens, display, cash register…
It was of brick or stone masonry you could
Reach blindfolded like a police dog would
For the scent of pan de sal or salt bread
Wafted in the early misty morning air.
Inside the dim cavernous building,
Gently lit by the sleepy sun rising,
Turtle rays crawling through the opposite door,
The sweaty baker by the oven made of stone,
In cotton undershirt, a towel on shoulder,
Between his lips a trembling cigarette
His wooden peel he slid to and fro, in and out.
He knew when the dough had had enough.
I paid his aide, or wife. Pieces of steamy bread
Were counted as they were dropped into a paper bag.
I hugged my prized possession, warming my chest,
Wallowing in its cozy aroma, bringing a vision bright
Of Papa’s breakfast. Buttered bread and coffee.
Reading the morning papers. Smoking his Chesterfield.
And when all was done, a piece of bread or two
Went into a bag. When filled with everything stale,
Mama would ask me to cut into cubes,
Any growth on the outside? Scrape!
Soak in milk. Mash with sugar and eggs.
Add raisins and steam. Voila! A rare treat
For my siblings and me. And we’re all living still!
MLJ03102026TheUnquestioningChild
Not the one you know now for it was not
Bright or colorful, of glass and steel
With modern ovens, display, cash register…
It was of brick or stone masonry you could
Reach blindfolded like a police dog would
For the scent of pan de sal or salt bread
Wafted in the early misty morning air.
Inside the dim cavernous building,
Gently lit by the sleepy sun rising,
Turtle rays crawling through the opposite door,
The sweaty baker by the oven made of stone,
In cotton undershirt, a towel on shoulder,
Between his lips a trembling cigarette
His wooden peel he slid to and fro, in and out.
He knew when the dough had had enough.
I paid his aide, or wife. Pieces of steamy bread
Were counted as they were dropped into a paper bag.
I hugged my prized possession, warming my chest,
Wallowing in its cozy aroma, bringing a vision bright
Of Papa’s breakfast. Buttered bread and coffee.
Reading the morning papers. Smoking his Chesterfield.
And when all was done, a piece of bread or two
Went into a bag. When filled with everything stale,
Mama would ask me to cut into cubes,
Any growth on the outside? Scrape!
Soak in milk. Mash with sugar and eggs.
Add raisins and steam. Voila! A rare treat
For my siblings and me. And we’re all living still!
MLJ03102026TheUnquestioningChild
Didn’t Disappoint
Saved from dreadful death
Among the skeletal remains
Of fellow Mandevillas
One late summer day,
With six weeping buds,
A new pot and trellis and
Hours of southeast sunlight,
The dying brought delight.
Didn’t disappoint. Adorned
My drab and barren abode.
MLJ03102026FirstMandevillas
Of fellow Mandevillas
One late summer day,
With six weeping buds,
A new pot and trellis and
Hours of southeast sunlight,
The dying brought delight.
Didn’t disappoint. Adorned
My drab and barren abode.
MLJ03102026FirstMandevillas
Friday, October 02, 2026
Thursday, October 01, 2026
Monday, September 21, 2026
Sunday, September 20, 2026
Get What’s on Sale
As one financial guru said,
“Get what’s on sale,”
So today here’s what I gathered:
A pack of red apples from BC,
Frozen mussels from Chile,
And frozen okra from India.
Apple shake it is for dessert,
And sauteed mussels with okra
A cure for my war-torn heart.
MLJ20092026StopTheWar
“Get what’s on sale,”
So today here’s what I gathered:
A pack of red apples from BC,
Frozen mussels from Chile,
And frozen okra from India.
Apple shake it is for dessert,
And sauteed mussels with okra
A cure for my war-torn heart.
MLJ20092026StopTheWar
All I Ever Needed
A portable typewriter.
A canopy of trees. Benches
To sit on and type. Type. Type.
A safe campus. A quiet library
With staff that hushed the loud.
No electronics. No internet.
No scrolling. No swiping.
There was no need for speed
Just pondering. Contemplating.
Endless debating. Questioning...
MLJ20092026LetHumansThink
A canopy of trees. Benches
To sit on and type. Type. Type.
A safe campus. A quiet library
With staff that hushed the loud.
No electronics. No internet.
No scrolling. No swiping.
There was no need for speed
Just pondering. Contemplating.
Endless debating. Questioning...
MLJ20092026LetHumansThink
Saturday, September 19, 2026
Friday, September 18, 2026
What's in a name?
Just give it! Give it!
T for the T Center
T for the T House
T for the T Land
T for the T Country
T for planet T.
The whole universe
The sun, moon and stars
May have the new name “T”
And no one's objecting
No one's raising his ire
We're just going to comply
Not marching to the gallows
Just wallowing in sheer lunacy!
T for the T Center
T for the T House
T for the T Land
T for the T Country
T for planet T.
The whole universe
The sun, moon and stars
May have the new name “T”
And no one's objecting
No one's raising his ire
We're just going to comply
Not marching to the gallows
Just wallowing in sheer lunacy!
Wednesday, September 16, 2026
Deadliest year on the roads
Speeding, driving under the influence, distracted driving... Any other way to die? I'd love to have a peaceful one in my sleep. Not on the road, please. Zzz...
Sunday, September 13, 2026
Zucchini: Anyone?
Our lovely principal shared her zucchini harvest some weeks back. Everyone got a small piece, so I was left with the largest one. And I’d never even bought or cooked any zucchini dish prior. So what was I to do with it? Thanks to the internet: zucchini with ground beef, zucchini-raisin pancakes, and zucchini-pear or zucchini-banana shake. And half of it is still in the freezer! Enjoy zucchini!
Sour pears were on sale...
Into the blender they went.
Saturday, September 12, 2026
Friday, September 11, 2026
Danger of First Frost Tonight
Danger of first frost tonight,
But our mandevilla and jade beans are still blooming,
And someone has just started his tomato garden!
Oh, dear!
And someone has just started his tomato garden!
Oh, dear!
Thursday, September 10, 2026
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