New video trailer for the next novel by Jackie Hemingway. (Some different/new tag lines in the trailer to enhance the narrative).
Anyone who has ever seen the hit TV show M*A*S*H is familiar with the opening theme, a song titled, Suicide Is Painless. Did you know that there are lyrics to that song? Through early morning fog I see,Visions of the things to be,The pains that are withheld for me,I realize and I can see.That suicide... Continue Reading →
I Shot A Horse Today Growing up on a horse farm, you eventually have to deal with the traumatic event of having to put down a lame horse. It is one of the worst feelings in the world. I shot a horse today you see,Not done with grace or even dignity;A broken leg will doom... Continue Reading →
The Echo In My Eyes The Voice I hear, that is drawing me near,Lying at night, I am so alone full of fear,Of who I was but am now and nothing more; The one voice that I had never heard before,A deepening shiver and longing of who is he.Finding that one thing that makes it... Continue Reading →
The Queen The day drones on so drab and dreary,Dark clouds cry rain my soul is weary;Mourning calls its wailing toll to those who cried,Those dreadful words - our Queen, she has died! No fuller life lived could be said or have had,For a Queen so young when she lost her dad;To find her Prince... Continue Reading →
Enjoying her newfound womanhood, a part of Jackie Hemingway still longs for the life of excitement and spying led by Ernest Hemingway. Mundane tasks administered by her CIA handler Tanner have left Jackie unfulfilled and desiring more. When a Freedom of Information Act request yields unsolicited classified information, Jackie turns to Ron Dunham, her former... Continue Reading →
On January 22, 1973, the Supreme Court of the United States passed Roe v. Wade. This court made a legal decision and set a precedent that seemed would stand the test of time, with the continual fight for women’s rights and equality for all. In reality, there never should have had to have been a... Continue Reading →
To all of the women and children of Ukraine — My dears. Throughout history, women have borne witness to the catastrophes of humanity. Our sisters before us have stood the tests of war and time as the ones who keep our families, our communities and countries together while our men fight for our just causes.
One morning that came upon me early, I was awoken abruptly and feeling surly, To the sound of an unrelenting rapping; That soon turned into a constant tapping, No sound but rap tap tap - and nothing more, At then what I thought was my bedroom door.
Disclaimer: The following short story deals with childhood sexual abuse, violence and revenge… ——————————————————- . . Jackie Hemingway dealt with pain her entire life. Whether it was physical or emotional, pain often hung over her like a dark cloud ready to burst into a storm all around her at any moment. She cried as she... Continue Reading →
I started writing this poem years ago, but left it half written and couldn’t bring myself to finish it, mostly because I didn’t know how it was going to end. Today I did… Sitting here in this airport just look at me,In a wheelchair bandaged I can hardly see;My long journey home I travel reluctantly,All... Continue Reading →
The Look At Mine Project was founded by Jackie Hemingway in an effort to bring to light the growing epidemic of suicide. No one is exempt from suicide as we see each year with celebrities who choose to take their own lives. There is help for anyone who is having thoughts of suicide. The National... Continue Reading →
Jack Hemingway returns in the sequel to the novel Lady In Red. Unable to reconcile the loss of family and unwilling to accept that he has fathered a child that could possibly grow up as dysfunctional as himself, Jack spirals into an abyss of depression and self-loathing. Remnants from the war cause him physical pain... Continue Reading →
Look At MineBy Jackie HemingwayWeariness comes, darkness fills every thought,No one seems to care, life it matters naught;Nighttime dances all around, pain is all that’s found,Still a chance for you to cope, peace for you to be bound.No more secrets kept, no more blood to let,No more worries do you need to fret;Someone is there... Continue Reading →
The Look At Mine Project is an idea I have been thinking about for some time now. I decided it was time to stand up and speak out on the subject of suicide. I began to think, why is it that we wait until a celebrity makes the tragic decision to take their own life... Continue Reading →
Lost Generation By Jackie Hemingway Every time we have to say goodbye,I fear a tear will come to my eye;Never materializing and I wonder why,Away we go along the by and by.Knowing it is just a matter of time,Our moments shared rise up sublime;My ears refuse to hear the chime,The hour of adieu is such... Continue Reading →
Just To Be AliveBy Jackie Hemingway Life’s been tough ya don’t know what to do,No answers gonna come to help pull you through,So you close your eyes, hope it all goes away; Can’t keep all the clouds from turnin’ dark gray,Life’s here to stay, ain’t gonna change for ya anyway.So you turn to something gonna... Continue Reading →
Where The Winds BlowBy Jackie Hemingway Taming the winds not so easily,Wherever it wants so ceaselessly;Come and go the whole day long,Kisses your ear like a favorite song.Corralled by life that holds a firm grip,Never uttering a word not even a quip;Just each day in and another one out,Freedom gone lacking to make you shout.Where... Continue Reading →
Number ThreeBy Jackie HemingwayThere is an artist I know but only distantly,Whose paintings are perfection, most consistently;Whenever I see what they paint and then post,I must find a glass to raise in which to toast.Not sure which I am applauding, is it artist or piece,Unable to decide my favorite, I just indulge in the feast;Of... Continue Reading →
Jackie Hemingway On The Art Of Writing Inspiration comes in many forms and from many directions. I have been a writer my entire life, literally since the age of about six or seven. Yet, it is only in these past few years I feel that I have become a writer. Art, in whatever form you... Continue Reading →
Brenda LeeBy Jackie HemingwayLet me tell you about a girl I knew, Her name is Brenda Lee;At the Gulfport Beach Bazaar we met, On a rainy day indeed!We knew in an instant that friends forever,Was something we were meant to be;But I had my own ideas about what friendship was, And those I could not... Continue Reading →