Jayne McCartneyMamaMy mama had dancing legs. Long and lean. She loved jeans and flat sandals and country music and camping.Apr 18, 2022Apr 18, 2022
Jayne McCartneySpaceYou have to make space for me, she says. You fill your days right up to the edges, like wads of cotton packed against your gum after a trip…Apr 10, 2022Apr 10, 2022
Jayne McCartneyPassionHe asks what I’m passionate about and I say sex because it feels true.Mar 27, 2022Mar 27, 2022
Jayne McCartneyDevourHe’s making a sandwich in my kitchen. For breakfast. I give him brie and guacamole and free-range eggs, and he finds the burger relish and…Jan 22, 2022Jan 22, 2022
Jayne McCartneyJettisonWith the letting go came a great and thunderous opening which took me by surprise.Sep 26, 2021Sep 26, 2021
Jayne McCartneyTigerLocked away from others the growling tiger of our hunger rises.Sep 17, 2021Sep 17, 2021
Jayne McCartneybar beachRemember when we could walk to the beach and singe our skin under the summer sun?May 2, 2021May 2, 2021
Jayne McCartneynotes on coastersScraps of paper litter my apartment. Scribbles that arrive on the wings of my muse at odd times. Notes. Words. Images. Sensations…Jan 2, 2021Jan 2, 2021
