Category Archives: Writers – Jessie

15 on the 15th – In my Tennessee mountain home, crickets sing in the fields near by

So I’m trying a different style for this Tennessee playlist. Consider The Civil Wars as a trailer for the rest of the CD, where all the other songs play out the story from song 2 to 14. Notes written below each video are just for amusement. 

The Civil Wars

Quick Notes: Originated in Nashville, tragically disbanded in 2014. TRAGICALLY. Hopefully one day they’ll get back together and go for that fifth Grammy… Continue reading 15 on the 15th – In my Tennessee mountain home, crickets sing in the fields near by

Misplaced Missive #25 – Mind/Heart, Brain/Feet, Accept/Defeat

I want you to know
I never gave you my heart.
It chose a path I can’t follow
The idea too hard to swallow.

And it’s not something I wanted
To have you hate me if I’m honest.
So now I suffer in the silence of lies by omission
Forsaken to friendship and avoidance
Of a simple sort of truth. Continue reading Misplaced Missive #25 – Mind/Heart, Brain/Feet, Accept/Defeat

Saturday of Book Quoting – Lewis Black’s Me Of Little Faith

“And just what is a laugh? While it is as mysterious as music, I see laughter as a cosmic hiccup that allows us to stare into the abyss while we straddle the grave.” 

Mauldin, yet uplifting? Maybe. Continue reading Saturday of Book Quoting – Lewis Black’s Me Of Little Faith

Officially an Officiant: Thoughts Post Performing a Wedding

I’ve been pretty MIA for awhile now. Overburdened with promises I made without really considering how much they would personally tax me. One of those, really the one with the most to gain/lose, was my agreement to officiate a good friend’s wedding ceremony.

It transpired this past weekend. It went…. far better than I could have hoped, to be honest. My heavy reliance on my ‘inner wolf’, as I jokingly call my tenuous confidence, pulled me through a situation that terrified me.  Continue reading Officially an Officiant: Thoughts Post Performing a Wedding

Misplaced Missive #201 – Lady Luck

Lady Luck, fickle and cruel,
Who will sleep with any fool,
But only for a short time.
Choosing lovers with divine randomness,
In her arms, there's bliss;
Fortune given with every kiss,
But not for long.
'Til the next is chosen,
And you're dismissed.

Lady Luck, you uncaring whore,
Who will you next bless,
With your attention and caress?
How can I earn more?
How can I earn less?
I'm always waiting for,
My turn to be selected, by fate.

So Lady Luck, please.
Leave me be.
I'd rather court
The hardworking sort.
One to inspire and motivate,
Not one to make me wait, and wait,
For something that may never come.
 
Jessie Gutierrez

…I definitely don’t dig WP’s new ‘editor’. It is not improved. Why must they keep changing things…

Also, for your amusement! Related only by the luck of the draw that is life: