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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.

  • day 7/30

    in praise of your arms because i cannot think of anything other than the way the hair on your forearm catches the morning light, a star to rival the sun that rises behind the mountains. hark! the herald angels sing their praise when you unbutton your cuffs, flash a little wrist as you roll your sleeves up and up to reveal a sinner’s paradise; no amount of supplication or confession will ever be enough to atone for these impure thoughts of those arms capturing my hips, dragging me to the floor, and grinding me to dust again and again until i blow away in the hot exhalation of your sighs. in praise of your arms that do not hold me now, blessed be the day that they do, yea and amen. -rjm
    in praise of your arms
    because i cannot think of anything other than the way the hair on your forearm catches the morning light, a star to rival the sun that rises behind the mountains. hark! the herald angels sing their praise when you unbutton your cuffs, flash a little wrist as you roll your sleeves up and up to reveal a sinner’s paradise; no amount of supplication or confession will ever be enough to atone for these impure thoughts of those arms capturing my hips, dragging me to the floor, and grinding me to dust again and again until i blow away in the hot exhalation of your sighs. in  praise of your arms that do not hold me now, blessed be the day that they do, 
    yea and amen.

    -rjm

    prompt idea: “in praise of” from Amy Kay (Instagram)

  • day 6/30

    six days in and i haven’t expired yet! i even have some projects planned for various points throughout the month. on the non-writing front, i dipped my toe into fabric painting last week, which has been on my to-do list for 2024. it is extremely fun and using it as the medium for embroidery has me swooning a little, i won’t lie.

    when i wake 
    deep in the belly of night
    silver rivers cut through
    the dark to illuminate your leg
    stretching beyond the blanket

    i dive into the current
    and let it carry me 
    to the crook of your knee
    where i nestle safe 
    in a warm alcove
    until sleep finds me again

    -rjm
    ❤