30 DAYS OF JAYE: Focus

All need is for you to be good.

Focus on me

As if god were

Flesh and full-bodied

In front of you.

I will show

You in thought

And power

Your god is a woman.

-JBHarris, 2020

30 DAYS OF JAYE: Say The Quiet Out Loud

I want nights

That are quiet,

And still

Loud as thunder,

I want storms in

Oceans of sheets

And limbs pulling

Me further from

What I know into

All I want.

I want the quiet parts

Said out loud

And kisses made only

For me,

And all my inner light

Being bother magic

And woman lit

By you.

I want the now

and the present presence

Of what it means to be

Lost and still be found.

From sky above

And Earth beneath

I want to dream

Of setting future




30 DAYS OF JAYE: Deep, Still Waters

There’s magic in the water

I’ll make you hunger and thirst for righteousness you have never sampled

for a goddess is who is brown as earth

and loud as thunder once you master crescendos who hides orchestras inside of her belly as you begin to be key in her lock

I will show you the world

with your eyes closed

and just how marvelous your world

can be once you find the right tempo

I can give you

what you’ve only dreamed of…

what you thought you could never have…

I can give you all you see…

I am night

I am power,

I am rhythm and blues,

I am hives of honey,

With all lips made from sugar.

There is no need

To give the unworthy

Or lazy such access to

Attention for my blessings…

Thick and rich as sunsets and moonlight.

No need to give samples

When ownership is what

Is called for…

because such power cannot be left unchecked

I am desire

I am more, and

I am comfort

I am storm.

I am all the ocean it washes

away the cares of the day

and yet I have chosen you.

-JBHarris, 1.3.2021

30 Days Of Jaye- Cliff Notes (Thoughts In A Pandemic)

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I am a healthcare worker, and like most writers, I still have a day job.

At the start of the COVID-19 pandemic, I had planned on leaving healthcare and going into education—I had planned on finishing my MFA. But, due to the need to care for my children, and myself, I went back into healthcare.

With working in this pandemic for the better part of a year, this collection of poetry began as a coping mechanism. It started as a way to focus the fear of a collective community, and know speak to hope that no one really had in early 2020!

It is written from the vantage point of a healthcare worker; one who saw how disrespected the medical community has been (public health, science, virology, nurses, doctors, CNA’s, medical students, researchers, etc.), and how the narrative around this pandemic was skewed by—politics!

Writing helped me cope. Still helps me cope! This collection of poetry is a testimony to perseverance, duty and how the responsibility of leadership is heavier than can be first thought.

Thank you.

30 DAYS OF JAYE: Running & Saving

Note: This poem is from the collection Thoughts In A Pandemic, available on Amazon.

Running and saving

This is all which can

Be done.

The saving of time

And lives and money

All as tears of frustration come

As sunrises do.

Running and saving,

This is all which can be done.

There are still those whom

Are alive, who from Reapers,

And light that call or reach—-

Always reaching, always needing

Not sure tomorrow is here or done.

Saving masks,

Reusing of what was disposable

Because those whom have never

Tasted fire, know to cover

Your face to keep tears at bay

From smoke.

We are all running and saving,

That is all which can be done.

-Jennifer Bush-Harris, March 2020

30 DAYS OF JAYE: Within

More from the crates! I forgot how much great stuff is in here: from 2004!

What was once ignored

Can no longer be…

The joy that I have found

So richly in you has

Perplexed my spirit and

Possessed my soul.

Thoughts of you appear

As dreamlike visions that

Sustain and haunt…

Forcing the true nature

Of this affection and hunger

To be made manifest.

To lie broken and exposed,

Naked in your presence…

This seducing suffering is

Comforting, reminding me

That I have loved this way

Before, but not since.

Powers beyond my finite

Scope of reasoning, draw

Me to you…as quickly as

I can pull away from them.

This resistance ignites my

Blood and liberates my

Heart…to be yours once more

(Jennifer-Phylon Bush, age 22)

**Written on division 9400 of Barnes-Jewish Hospital,  during the month of April, year of our lord, 2004