Ditty For The Jilted

By Stacy Stevens

Ditty For The Jilted is a poignant collection of poems that delves into the intricate tapestry of love and loss. Stacy skillfully paints a vivid picture of the devastation that follows when love turns sour.  These poems are raw and honest, capturing the pain and frustration that come with being jilted in love.  Through poignant imagery and heartfelt prose, these poems offer a glimpse into the depths of human emotions as the author struggles to grapple with loss, and inevitably, the absolution of herself as a whole.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stacy Stevens
• Release date: Mar 11, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224940806

Stacy Stevens

Stacy Stevens is a writer, digital artist, and confessional poet who possesses a unique talent for crafting compelling and imaginative narratives. With her words and images, she brings worlds to life, leaving a lasting impact on readers' hearts and minds.   Stacy's passion for storytelling began at the tender age of 14, when she first discovered the power of words. Since then, she has honed her craft, exploring the depths of the human psyche and delving into the mysteries that lie within the heart. Inspired by the greats such as Ani DiFranco and Anne Sexton (to name only a few), her lyrical prose evokes a raw and visceral emotional response.   As a confessional poet, Stacy delves into themes of vulnerability, introspection, and personal struggles. Her poems offer a glimpse into her own soul, inviting readers to embark on a journey of self-discovery and find solace in shared experiences. Through her poetry, Stacy encourages readers to navigate the complexities and beauty of their own lives, offering a gateway to introspection and self-reflection.   In addition to her skills as a writer, Stacy is also a talented digital artist, bringing her visions to life through intricately crafted digital paintings. Stacy utilizes Photoshop to meticulously photo manipulate her images before digitally painting each one. She has been working in digital art for the last 15 years.   Stacy's journey as a writer and artist has been characterized by determination, perseverance, and a relentless pursuit of her vision. She is a five-time graduate, earning majors in psychology and English literature.   Stacy has had over 80 poems and artworks published in various magazines and ezines since 2006 (via a previous pen name). She was also nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web on numerous occasions.   When she's not engaged in her writing or artistic pursuits, Stacy can often be found perusing the local antique shop, where she finds inspiration in the treasures of the past. She also enjoys curling up with a cup of coffee and a good book, immersing herself in the pages of other writers' works. She travels quarterly and has her own library which is perpetually over-flowing. She lives and writes from a quaint little house nestled between the rolling hills of Kentucky.  Follow

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Awaiting a Revolution

Business is slow tonight

At the Red Wheel Dinner,

Middle-age waitresses in black pants,

Their pockets full of straws,

Shuffle to each new customer,

A little too giddy to ramble off

Today’s fresh-fried special.

I’m not having anything but coffee,

And now it’s turned cold,

A half-eaten chocolate pastry

On a blue-chipped dish

Swims in the grease

Of its better days.

I look out the window,

Spying the sky,

Half-eroded of shining stars,

And think of Boston.

I imagine my fingers tracing

The contours of its many-museum statues,

Strong, impeccable, and famously portrayed

Like a heart attack or a bad romance,

And I think of all those dead artists,

Did they know which piece was best?

From some ancient jukebox

In a far corner Bob Dylan

Begins to sing Lay Lady Lay

And I almost wish he were here now,

Quick psychic of the seventies

In a leather jacket,

Seasoned of the swimming years of decades,

The folk music, war, rock and roll,

Born of the late fifties

When women were graduating

From poodle dresses straight into

Tiny box houses with perfect kitchens.

I bet Bob Dylan knows everything,

How to never say never,

When to take the rollers from your hair,

The price that is really right,

How to pet your friends, and which ones,

Even which bestseller to read before it’s written.

Would you like a refill before we close?

A Betty White look-alike

In twisted fingernails and a

Burnt-on-the-bottom coffee pot

Is twisting her neck at odd angles

To catch a glimpse of my notebook’s contents.

And for the first time in a long while

I suddenly miss the artist hands

Of my ex-lover,

I miss his twenty page screen plays,

The talks about his mother,

Long debates on the death of Jack Kerouac

And the phone calls

That sometimes never came.

I tip the waitress

And walk home in  the rain,

Shoes seeping water amongst the mud holes,

My resolve swimming with their strings.

Incineration of Summers Past

Five summers ago

I won you,

A kind of brittle love

Embryonic as a

Winning raffle ticket.