Biography of Cathy Jackson
Third of six children born to Hoyt and Anna Bonds. Graduated in 1976 from Lawton Eisenhower High School. Attended college in bits and pieces from 1977 to 1998, including Cameron University, Oklahoma University, and Mid-America Bible College. Work in inventory management in Oklahoma City. Common-law married from 1984-2001 and have four children. 3 years ago I met the man of my destiny, and married him October 16,2004. I love to write short stories and erotica - Life is good.
Cathy Jackson's Works:
I am unpublished, for now - someday I hope to change that.
Cathy Jackson Poems
I Love You, Baby
“I love you baby” I whisper As you leave for work.
Epitaph For Homey (My Lovers’ Alter Ego)
Here lies Homey - the chameleon, Sweet and endearing, Handsome and charming, Foolish and deceiving,
It’s so quiet today, save a few peripheral noises From the world outside. Voices down the hall, indistinguishable words, Clicks on keyboards, paper rustling,
Before the dawn I lie awake, With loins astir and muscles tensing I squeeze my thighs together To calm the storm
A Poem For My Lover
I watch you from across the room, My girlfriends all chatting it up with you, Wanting you... Wanting to take a ride.
Lost In Thot
The radio is on, but I don’t hear it, It seems so quiet and still as we travel Down this old familiar highway - We must have gone down this highway a hundred times.
In the springtime of my youth A boy I once did love Although he promised not a thing No moon, no stars above
The Muse Is Gone
The muse is gone, she left in the night, Taking my creativity with her. Packing up my words, and the color of my thots, Then stealing away without a sound,
Evening’s begun, That peaceful time of day When it is just you and I, And the cat.
Half asleep I feel you slide closer to me. Your arms reaching around me, Pulling me tight and close.
‘Dear Kate…’ it began, She smiled at the sound of it - ‘Dear Kate’ ‘Don’t fall in love with me…’ - too late, she sighed Her smile waning as ‘Dear Kate’
It’s so quiet today, save a few peripheral noises
From the world outside.
Voices down the hall, indistinguishable words,
Clicks on keyboards, paper rustling,
The sound of business.
I stare at the objects on my desk
A picture of friends,
A postcard, a withered balloon, a map,