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Flux, March

Posted on March 26, 2023 by jillbpearlman

The pristine snow,abandoned, sinks — a sooty skin. Broken objectsrise up. An arm, stairs, cardboardboxes shockedby fetid air, my head  pushes from themud, the primordial churn, seething, thick with saltyactivity. Shit or fish sauce?  Callit March.

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The Guest

Posted on March 19, 2023 by jillbpearlman

For three weeks, I was a guest: to different showersAnd toilet flushes in the West, to coffee houses, to apps,to rosemary as box shrub.  A guest to my suitcase.  To hot tubs and skin in the garden of my tiny cottage. Guest to … Continue reading →

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Hey, Stranger Stranger

Posted on March 5, 2023 by jillbpearlman

I could have been quaintand asked a stranger about those droopingwhite blossoms, pointed leaves and slender stems,flowers upside down, dripping like milk. Instead I tasked my phone and askeda stranger stranger, who gave me fifteenfast photos of the flower before … Continue reading →

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Scrappy February

Posted on February 19, 2023 by jillbpearlman

Blue sky with blacktop in the early morning.  A flock of birds takes a surprise curve over my glass,a car-toting mattress heads to unload on the strip – the dump, salt heap and peaksof scrap metal.  An old fire truck slinks past its … Continue reading →

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Rubble, Rumble, Toil, Trouble

Posted on February 12, 2023 by jillbpearlman

Rubble, rumble, toil, trouble.  All week long, a poem wrestled with me, and I within it.  It held me tightly in its grip, everything onomapoetic with rubble.  Emotions far outweighed thought: I grabbed at words, poor human with a pen, hoping something might … Continue reading →

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Blue, Gunshots, Eating Shoes

Posted on January 29, 2023 by jillbpearlman

Pops of blue.  Against what.  Skeins of gray.  Lure of monochrome.  Screens of violence.  At 5 am I watched a match between two women, battling over tennis balls in Melbourne. Seven shot dead in Jerusalem after praying.  Grainy witness to the Memphis flaying.  Keening and pleading … Continue reading →

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How a Surreal Squirrel Alerts Us

Posted on January 22, 2023 by jillbpearlman

True discipline would have me attending to Winter Gray, waiting patiently for its secrets, listening to pale nuances of voices, sitting with dull flashes under a clotted cloud blanket. This season’s abundant rain and gray have worn down my thinking … Continue reading →

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OUI/WE

Posted on January 8, 2023 by jillbpearlman

OUI/WE Through New Year’s open doorsa host of voices echo, Say Yes! Back then, I was weary of Non: Don’t run down the stairs! Don’t cry! OUI! Formed in France where I broke apart and transformed, child in my belly, “I” to “we.” … Continue reading →

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Mellow the Morning After

Posted on December 25, 2022 by jillbpearlman

The morning after, the room exhalesits smoke and mellow wax.Bivalves cradle each other on a forgotten plate.Lip prints, crumpled napkins, the tint of sun like an unmade bed — all that happened, happened,in an instant of excess;like a poem, it … Continue reading →

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Viva My Magenta!

Posted on December 10, 2022 by jillbpearlman

Magenta?  I swoon, no matter how much naysayers insist I should pay attention to the end of the world.  Pantone may have anointed Viva Magenta the color of 2023, but I’ve been living in that color since the cusp of … Continue reading →

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