Off The Cuff

Off The Cuff – Jacqueline Cioffa That’s pain. That’s JOY. That’s courage, baby That’s the high cost and the low maintenance And this is my honest-to-God get out of my face, in your face, brace yourself best shot Potluck Be brave, be bold, be loud Make some quiet noise Maybe tomorrow I’ll post some cheery, colorful, feel good quote Perhaps, maybe not One never knows how hot she blows How

Shadow People

“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline Cioffa “Shadow People” by Jackie Cioffa featured on Bleeding Ink via Feminine Collective http://www.femininecollective.com/shadow-people/

Carny Days

 Carny Days What difference do the mad genes make when everyone is running? The speed of my thoughts makes up for the snail pace of the body. I pray one will balance out the other. The monotony of the same old, boring tedious routine gives structure to the wandering head. The walkabout has come to a screeching halt; words escape me, unsure of the new pace. Diamonds dance and stars

Dairy Queen

Dairy Queen by Jacqueline Cioffa I’ve devoured endless books, “The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying,” “The Tao of Health,” “Sex & Longevity,” the Wilde’s, the Beckett’s and the Eliot’s searching. I’ve gazed at the stars to align my planets. I’ve burned white sage along the perimeters of my house to keep out the dark and unwanted. I’ve slept with amethyst under my pillow, seeking calm and center. I’ve grasped

Liquid Angst ~ Jacqueline Cioffa #StolenMoments #Poetry

Liquid Angst By Jacqueline Cioffa Jan. 2005 You are the one Constant My forever Miami man My moon, my sun, my tsunami Amongst devastating destruction you are the storm in my soul My liquid angst But at least I love you To know that I really love you Quietly with a certain steadfastness 20 years full and counting That’s really something …hold up, that ain’t right the year is 2015  the

Purple Felt Tip Pens and Mystic Winds #StolenMoments

From time to time you’ll see Stolen Moments show up on the blog. Words forgotten and misplaced, poetry, anticipatory memories, prose, joy and sorrow, pensive emotion, random and not so random thoughts scribbled in tattered notebooks. To not forget but remember the precious, fleeting stolen moments in time. I’m a writer trying recapture on paper how it feels to be alive. Purple Felt Tip Pens and Mystic Winds Jacqueline Cioffa

Waiting on Oprah: Never Quit Your Dreams

Waiting on Oprah I close my eyes and can almost see the perfect fairytale life I envisioned in my wildest dreams. Dear Fantasy (Oprah), “I feel that I am a very fortunate person …” I was fifteen. Fifteen, gawky, wickedly uncomfortable in my so called ‘model frame.’ Somehow fifteen was the perfect age to concoct wild fantasy adventures and the fastest way out of a stifled, small town. There was