Announcing A Night Without Armor by Jewel (HarperCollins)

I received an email from the publicist regarding the book release on 5/4/1998. The pictures were received on 5/27/1998

JEWEL KILCHER TO RELEASE POETRY BOOK MAY 19TH. ONLY OFFICIAL PUBLISHED WORKS. (hardcover, $15.00, ISBN 0-06-019198-8) THIS POETRY COMES FROM JEWEL'S PERSONAL JOURNALS.

From A NIGHT WITHOUT ARMOR: Poems by Jewel. Copyright (c) 1998 by Jewel Kilcher. Published by HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. Reprinted by arrangement with HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved.

I Miss Your Touch
Insecurity
I Say to You Idols
It Has Been Long
As a Child I Walked

Jewel's live poetry reading May 19, 1998. She read poetry, answered questions and even took a few early birthday presents. Pictures Copyright Atlantic Records

Location: Virgin Megastore in Times Square, New York City

picture: Close-up of Jewel in very warm lighting.

picture: Jewel on stage at Virgin Books in NYC

picture: Jewel posing by a blown up picture of her book cover.

    I Miss Your Touch

     I miss your touch
          all taciturn
     like the slow migration of birds
     nesting momentarily
     upon my breast
          then lifting
     silver and quick--
     sabotaging the landscape
     with their absence

     my skin silent without
              their song
     a thirsty pool of patient flesh

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    Insecurity

     you don't call
     I check again
     I become uneasy--
       is this a frame?
     Suddenly I'm not so sure
     I check my sources
     each conversation becomes a crumb
     how easily I'm led
     how stupid I've been
     to believe
     you could be
     loving me
     you who can not be seduced
     by anything other than
     the temperance
     of need
       each one facilitating the next
     and suddenly I see my place
     the phone rings
     you say hello
     but I don't believe you

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    I Say to You Idols

     I say to you idols
     of carefully studied
     disillusionment

     And you worshipers
     who find beauty
     in only fallen things

     that the greatest
     Grace
     we can aspire to
     is the strength
     to see the wounded
     walk with the forgotten
     and pull ourselves
     from the screaming
     blood of our losses
     to fight on
     undaunted
     all the more

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     It Has Been Long

     It has been
     long and
     Bony since
     your willing
     ways since
     those thirstful
     days of
     summer nights
     and Burning Beds

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     As a Child I Walked

     As a child I walked
     with noisy fingers
     along the hemline
     of so many meadows
     back home

     Green fabric
     stretched out
        shy earth
        shock of sky

     I'd sit on logs like pulpits
     listen to the sermon
     of sparrows
     and find god in Simplicity
     there amongst the dandelion
     and thorn

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For the most part this is directly what I received in e-mail. I am adding pictures I received in email from another source. From my understanding, the cover holds copyright info of the publisher and the pictures are Copyright Atlantic Records.