As a child I walked -- The bony ribs of Adam -- Wild horse -- Bukowsky's widow -- You tell me -- Paramount, NY, 9:34 a.m. -- It has been long -- Too many nights -- I look at young girls now -- Seattle -- Saved from myself -- Taking the slave -- Sun bathing -- Red Roof Inn, Boston -- So just kiss me -- Second thoughts in Columbus, Ohio -- Cautious -- The dark bells -- The inertia of a lonely heart -- Collect beads of night -- Communion -- Love poem -- Father of a deaf girl -- Dionne & I -- 1B -- The slow migration of glaciers -- Tai pei -- Tai pei 2 -- Tai pei 3 -- In the south of England somewhere -- 1966 -- A couple sitting on a bench -- Envy -- Pretty -- Those certain girls -- Sausages -- Though I am 8 -- Dylan -- Vincent said -- Camouflage -- Sara said -- Parking lot -- Coffee shop -- I say to you idols -- Steady yourself -- Awaken, love -- Gather yourself -- You -- Bleary eyed -- I miss your touch -- Night falls -- We have been called -- Underage -- Grimshaw -- A slow disease -- All the words -- You are not -- The strip 1 -- The strip 2 -- Shush -- I am not from here -- Infatuation -- The fall -- Long has a cloak -- Mercy -- Compass -- Freedom -- Road spent -- Christmas in Hawaii -- Spoiled -- Red light district, Amsterdam -- Lovers for lilly -- Lemonade -- We talk -- Spivey leaks -- Forgetful -- Lost -- Still life -- I don't suppose raindrops -- Sometimes -- Blanketed by a citrus smile -- The road -- I guess what I wanted was -- Insecurity -- I am patient -- The things you fear -- The chase -- Fragile -- I'm writing to tell you -- And so to receive you -- Fat -- Junky -- Austin, TX, Sheraton Hotel, 2 a.m. -- I keep expecting you to -- P.S. -- Gold fish -- New moon -- Someone to know me -- Traffic -- Home -- After the divorce -- May brought longer days -- Crazy cow -- Sauna -- The tangled roots of willows -- Goodness (a poem for Shane) -- Wolves in the canyon -- God exists quietly -- Miracle.
v. 1. Memoir and poems.--v. 2. Prose works.
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And then there are the images of the road, the people, the bars, the planes, places exotic and mundane, loneliness and friendship.
Frank and honest, serious and suddenly playful, "A Night Without Armor" is a talented artist's intimate portrait of what makes us uniquely human.
In "A Night Without Armor," her first collection of poetry, Jewel explores the fire of first love, the fading of passion, the giving of trust, the lessons of betrayal, and the healing of intimacy.
I've learned that not all poetry lends itself to music-- some thoughts need to be sung only against the silence. There are softer and less tangible part(s) of our selves that are so essential to peace, to open heartedness, to unfolding the vision and the spiritual realm of our lives, to exposing our souls.- Jewel, From the Preface.
She delves into matters of the home, the comfort of family, the beauty of Alaska, and the dislocation of divorce.
Writing poems and keeping journals since childhood, Jewel has been searching for truth and meaning, turning to her words to record, to discover, and to reflect.