I Don’t Want It All Back

“What I Miss?”
I don’t want it all back
   just that one morning 
      when I put my phone on the bumper
    and you wore that orange shirt dress
       and shook your head 
     at the idea that everything was going to 
                        work out
          that the angle was right 
     not to cut off our heads
          not to slip off the bumper 
       when the ten second timer hit
     not to have a hundred shots of sky
       on nights like this
         in the middle of the moon
      when the phone has six thousand pics
    and only one 
 of big hair   an ebony hue  an orange blur
       and endless
            endless 
                blue sky
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Jas. Mardis

Wait

     
      When you say “wait”
     and rise to your full height 
     your full and encompassing girth 
   your full measure 
         of curves and hips and thighs
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       your full dress 
     falling like first rain
         across a blessing of breasts and belly
      across a feast of touches:
          your hand to mouth
         your palm to waist
your fingers to smooth an imagined wrinkle 
      across your lap
    your calves pushing back the chair
        your falling napkin
      against the surrendering table
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.        I know that you are going to say,
            “…I’ll be right back”
     but
       there is something about the way
     you leave the table 
           the way you press yourself anew
  the way you rejoin the world above us
          the way you enter an exiting
        that says 
        to my soul
            “It’ll take some courage
              when she does that one last time”
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Jas . Mardis

A Thought of You & Time

“She Has Her Pick…”

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I thought of you and time today

    about how you use it
      in conversation 
  like a belt
    a strap 
       sometimes worn
     an adornment wrapped ‘round you
    for your companion to consider 
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   picked out    especially for this moment 
       selected 
      to hourglass your presence 
     that heaven of sand above
        that ocean floor below
    and you
      giving out luxurious patience
      one grain  
          sliding out of order
        tumbling turning tilting 
    fitfully    into your companion’s histories:
          I saw your smile
         I drank in your laughter 
    I imagined the wet, soft press of your lips
         I felt the echoing air as you rose 
      and took your leave
        and 
       in the hourglass of you
 a grain of time ticks against the ocean floor 

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          in your absence
there is a remembrance of you
      tapping like raindrops on dry wood
          hammering away at my soul 
building layers of moments into joy
  taking up the grains like old dreams
     dropping their exhausted husks
        against my closed eyelids 
      and listening to their exploding songs
    lulling me to a fantasy of doing it all
            again
         again   again 
            when you return 
         pushing the air ahead of you
              back into the room where I await
         the next island drop of sand 
        to fall 
              delicately deliciously decidedly 
            into the ocean

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Jas. Mardis

Jas Mardis: Selected Works

My exhibition: Jas. Mardis-Selected Works at Dallas Love Field Airport (baggage claim area entry) is up! If you’re traveling thru Dallas stop thru and see a few fabric art pieces, leather burning framed and sculpture art. The images on leather are from a new series: Just A Crown—(on leather, paper, wood and fabric). Thank you Hortencia Rubalcava for the invitation. Now-thru-February 29th.

“My I’m In-Charge Crown” from the Just-A-Crown Series by Jas. Mardis

Title: My “Child, Please” Crown from The Just-A-Crown Series by Jas. Mardis

Love Field Airport Exhibition

The Love Field exhibition: Jas. Mardis-Selected Works is being installed and the Lord sent me the gift of passengers stopping and photographing the works, commenting and connecting! THEN, I get the joy of seeing homegirl Songstress Rhonda Nicole Tankerson swinging into town as I’m installing!!

If ever there was a co-sign of my Artist’s Journey Sistah Tankerson is it. She was a student at Booker T. Washington School of The Performing Arts when I was orating and workshopping with a fading afro and flat stomach. Circle completed. God is good!

Phase Two starts later and full exhibition up Monday morning-thru-February 29th!

Poem: Now That It Is Gone

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now that it’s gone
I’m wondering if you’re actually smiling
as you leaned away from the camera
wondering if your shoulders are bare
wondering when I will see it again

just
wondering how much you thought
anybody would miss those few images
would regret not saving them among others
would say to strangers on a train,
“Bruh, you ever seen the way she smiles?”

I wanted to tell you secrets
before I met you
wanted to see your eyes brighten
to see if your ears pointed
when you shook your head while grinning
wanted to have you
come back toward the camera
wanted
to watch your shoulders rising
wanted
to catch the light in that room soften
around you
swallow up the warm colors and
pour them into your dress until
the black of it became a shadow
and there was ochre in the curl of your hair
and yellows running over the curves of your breasts
and three hues of blues racing the lengths and grooves of your arms
and white as you smile
and white as you stare

and budded roses
coming from the ends of your fingers
as you appear to say,
“Help Me Up…”
and me adding in the word:

“from this picture and into your arms”

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Opening Dallas Exhibition

There were about 80 folks who fought through the “BLIZZARD OF 2020” to the opening of “Let The Tablecloth Speak” at the Main Library Downtown Dallas and each is embedded in my heart forever and a day. New faces and friends as well!

We talked and, as this exhibition tends to do, the stories and remembrances abounded. Laughter and a few eyes were wiped over the four hours. Faith Brown -Black Girls Quilt- made the two hour drive! Laura Casmore had made her stop with the grandkids early in the week.

The exhibition is always open and will actually talk to you! YES, there is an area that plays one of six story snippets when you pass! Come thru and tell the Library why you’re there! 4th Floor. Bring or SEND A FRIEND!

Fabric Artist & Writer