Poetry
Q
You’re in the bush that caught fire,
the dying god on the cliff.
I lose myself, blissfully
in speed so intense.
Only momentarily aware that time never flies,
so there is no need to catch up.
You walk through the middle of the battlefield and the musings of the spiritual man.
I catch myself, breathless as I start to come down.
Aware now that you are the glimpse of infinity,
I caught only once, out of the corner of my eye.
© Jaime A. Heidel/Originally published in Voices from the Crater 2002
Prophetic Poet
Her gripping, vice-like memory
can't hold water
But when the seat of unconsciousness
rises to claim the hand,
it helps her to see beyond open eyes,
into the unimaginable.
And it bears itself, only fragmented
to the world above.
© Jaime A. Heidel/Originally published in Voices from the Crater 2002
The Eyes of God
From across the street, the eyes of a stranger
Take in the form of a man about his business.
Unseen in this freak storm, he crosses from the counter
To the table
Shoveling a piece of bread
Absentmindedly,
To quell the beast called hunger within.
This pang is vague,
A half-thought,
Much like his too-short leg and noticeable limp.
He is home and believes he is alone.
He accepts this loneliness,
And in the acceptance,
The burden drops away.
This is a simple man with nothing more to hide.
While knowing he is judged by mortals,
He no longer crumbles before them.
The wind howls, the lightening flashes,
The eyes of the stranger do not flinch.
They are forgiving,
Loving
Accepting.
And in that moment become the eyes of God.
© Jaime A. Heidel 2007
Links to poetry published under, 'Ethereal'
Chakra Spark (Becoming)
Reality
Click below to download a copy of Jaime's Ebook, "Veritas." Excerpt I was lead into a dark room where two other people waited. One was a woman, introduced to me as Dr. Andrea Bowman. The other was Melvin, heavy and silent as a paperweight in a corner. As soon as Dr. Bowman began to speak, I knew that Marcus’s presence beside me was not that of advocate, but of guard. If I’d tried to run, I’d have been restrained.
I kept my features impassive, swallowing my mounting panic as she explained.
A decade prior, they’d begun a clinical trial to test the effect certain drugs had on memory and concentration. They’d been testing a series of subjects when one of them, a woman in her twenties, had begun to exhibit what they called, "super hearing." Realizing the potential of their find, they’d retained their subject for continued experimentation and closed the study off to the public. However, within weeks the drug seemed to have little to no effect on their so-called "super girl" and she’d been discharged.
Spending the next ten years refining the drug, they began testing a new batch of people, myself included and I, like the other girl, had developed "super hearing". They wanted to keep me. I was offered five hundred thousand dollars and given a contract to sign.
Dr. Bowman’s grin was demonic. "You do realize you’ll have to continue to be homeless until the experiment is over, correct?"
I had a pen poised over the contract when Marcus spoke up. "The other girl showed some signs of being able to read minds. Have you been able to do that?" Say nothing.
The voice had come in a whisper that seemed to have been blown into the back of my head. I’d frowned, my gaze flitting over to the pudgy technician whose name was then unknown to me. His eyes up until that point had been glassy and unfocused, his jaw had been slack.
When I looked up, he was glaring at me, a fierce, all-knowing intensity in his eyes. “Help me...”
An emotional masochist finds her quest for redemption is tied to the fate of the human world. Click below to download a copy of Jaime's Ebook, "Veritas."
The Echo - Book Jacket Synopsis
Those are the last words 7-year-old Lynn Riley Sumner whispers in the throes of a nightmare before collapsing onto her bed in a sweaty heap.
Her mother, Kimberly Sumner feels a convulsion of fear rush through her because though the lips that parted to speak those words were those of her daughter, the voice wasn’t human.
As Kimberly looks on helplessly, her usually vibrant child appears to be withering under the torment of an unseen force. Unexplained bruises and marks are beginning to appear on Lynn’s body and she has suddenly traded in her signature butterfly and flower drawings for something far more sinister: An ominous figure looming over a frightened child.
Lynn is also beginning to suffer fugue states, starting out in one place and ending up in another with no recollection of how she got there. The passing of each day marks another disturbing change in Lynn causing some to suspect she is being abused. Desperate, Kimberly enlists the help of a Psychologist and reluctantly begins heeding the advice of her eccentric older brother, who believes the child is possessed.
When Kimberly’s estranged father calls with the shocking news that her mother is dying, Kimberly is forced to bear not only the unexplained phenomena that surrounds her daughter, but the unhealed wounds of her childhood.
Though just as Kimberly is beginning to find herself, she fears she is losing her little girl. As though tiring of its host, the dark force that has plagued Lynn for so many months appears to now be moving independently. The child is wasting away as though succumbing to a horrible disease.
As it moves through corridors and hallways, appearing in the periphery and sometimes forming as solid object, its whisper has become an urgent scream that continues to repeat three chilling words:
LET ME OUT
Queer Shorts
Jaime's short story, "Room for Rent" was published under the name 'Ethereal' in September of 2006.
Click here to read an excerpt from the story.
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