New Jeanland

Writing has always been more than just words for me—it’s a journey, a passion, and my truest form of self-expression. I write as J. Crowe, a name that allows me to explore different voices and perspectives with freedom and creativity. Through my writing, I strive to inspire others to find their own unique voices and to embrace the transformative power of words. My work spans across genres and themes, always rooted in a love for storytelling and a desire to connect with readers on a deeper level.

Recent Posts

• Pleading for Grace
  by J. Crowe
  December 13, 2024
  A dark repose covers my sin. Laying awake I suffer.  Not heavy or sensual, My heart longs for a way.  Only He could intervene.  And it is not right at this time that I ask Him.  Steal away, steal away.  Gratitude is my only companion.  Knowing my bound up solitude.  Her help is focused solely… Read more: Pleading for Grace
• A Bitter Review 
  by J. Crowe
  November 17, 2024
  The trust I lost, Is vested in insecurity, and  The knowledge that hindsight inflicted,  So astute, so perfect, in its wise view.  Granted now, time is lost, Granted the disappearance of them all, To find the messages once again, In a tortured memory of my regret. And to think no one ever should, Or to… Read more: A Bitter Review 
• Don’t fix me:
  by J. Crowe
  November 13, 2024
  Dark group playing,   By nightfall risqué.   Temp me, infatuation. Heartfelt praying,   Like daytime whisky. Interceding, invocation. In Morning playing,    Ruin her craving Provoke me, stimulation. Wreck our minds     Destroy what finds, Guilty, with facination. Lost love empty,    Then erotic full, Impatience, provocation.   Ruin our bodies    Want nothing… Read more: Don’t fix me:
• What’s inside Her Voice
  by J. Crowe
  November 9, 2024
  How your voice touches me, These words only reach to describe, But if these words were enough, I would begin with what’s inside, and, Deep within my soul, And further into my heart, Your lovely voice inflections,  Is right where I would start.  They pull me from within, And draw out my very best, You… Read more: What’s inside Her Voice
• This long dark night of the soul.
  by J. Crowe
  November 9, 2024
  Dark cravings saturated in the innocent fragrance of excitement; now despair. Regrets hiding behind smiles and contagious giggles, with a green eyed dragon lurking; opposing me in the high places of refuge. Forced to traverse a new path without so much as a cold or solitary grotto to hide my designs. Pools of Lust and… Read more: This long dark night of the soul.
• A Poet’s Rhapsody, and a Fool’s Paradise
  by J. Crowe
  November 9, 2024
  It dawns on me from time to time that, although the poetry comes most oft from a discontented heart, its exposition rings the familiar bell with most readers and it’s all the well to commiserate together; the written, and the reader.    This poetry comes from the most generous of places down deep in my… Read more: A Poet’s Rhapsody, and a Fool’s Paradise
• A Dark Valentine, Ragana
  by J. Crowe
  November 6, 2024
  So sincere I am poisonous, like a dream; remained a dream. So then, the duality, caught between reality, and sleep. In shadows, in whispers, in the darkest thoughts cascading. Unhealthy like the moonshine pouring over gravestones in the night, and, soft, delicious, but I know… and you like, and I wait… it’s easy for a… Read more: A Dark Valentine, Ragana
• Raven, Soaring
  by J. Crowe
  November 5, 2024
  Her body like Raven, full of color Mostly black, But the contrast so blue,  It reflects love right back! Capture it not, Memory so true, She walks with such grace, Only black, to keep in the blue. Jump a cliff for the faith, And soar straight down,  Reach forth to take hold,  Only seconds surround.… Read more: Raven, Soaring
• Her Dreams
  by J. Crowe
  November 5, 2024
  Sweetly, softly, Tiptoe now Gent’ly hold her dream, With care and love, deposit it now, Caref’ly to the stream. Hurry back, light-footed gait, Don’t stumble through the door. Without such care, I would not dare, Leave another by the shore. Lightly now return to her, Slide gently into place. No rush now I return to… Read more: Her Dreams
• When Love Plays with Your Heart (A Monologue)
  by J. Crowe
  November 4, 2024
  Writing backwards, not standing straight. Hunched over the sports bar wall.   Staring at the opposing wall of memories.  The bar is familiar but  empty, … Only phrases, snapshots in time, smiles, turns, and glances laughter, eyes like fire but unwilling to let the movie engineer read the script. They all race through a hollow… Read more: When Love Plays with Your Heart (A Monologue)