HeyJaredWolf Tracks Substack
BlueWolf Family Substack--Fiction Stories, Non-Fiction Stories (mostly audio). Poetry and Copy-Poetry (audio/text, Original and Copy Music (audio). Socio/Cultural and Political Commentary (text), Serialized Novella, Serialized Novel, Copy Comedy (audio)
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- Sep 29, 2026
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[COPY] Storm (Original Music From James BlueWolf) (opens the original)
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Studio RecordingIst Home Recording, sick, and out of tune but this was the first full original take.
[COPY] Remember To Breathe (Original Poetry From James BlueWolf) Audio/Text (opens the original)
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Some morningsI forget to smell.Busy mind distractedfrom birdsong and breezeI give in to an uncivilized desirepart inherited, part learned--to be organizing every detail.Then my blood objects,remembering to breathea great weight jumps from my shouldersand I walk againwaist high in green plains grass,as great bucks silently forage forests
[COPY] The Gift (Original Music From James BlueWolf) Audio (opens the original)
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In the heart of the Southland, there once walked a dark man Those that were living around us remember his song Well he roamed all around, just bringin’ his warmin’ sound And the people who knew him were all just beginning to singThe songs he would bring them in the night He would come in the sunset, oh, his banjo there white by his side And the red sun it always seemed like a fiery sign Well he'd smile like a sinner,
[COPY] Languages Of The Land (Poetry From James BlueWolf) Text Only) (opens the original)
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Grandpa pointed all directions.“The wind is multilingual.Each place makes its own wordsfashioned from dirt, rock, shrub, tree,weather, animal and human.These natural spoken twists contribute tothe ties of earth’s harmony.But this new ‘civilized’covering the worldhas steel honed sharpto sever bonds.Now, everywhere,the earth li
[COPY] The Arrow Of Natu (Original Acoustic By James BlueWolf) Music/Text Lyrics) (opens the original)
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Feel, oh the storm in the wind She is coming On swift feet of thunder Oh, her skirts they are sewn With the soft cloth of rain Oh, she fall down againI could not burden her with all my longing She is too misty now She cannot bear themCause she has her ownAnd the wind Is a vessel of movementAnd this hour </strong
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