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The Shared Overlap of Skullcaps

Posted on March 23, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Naivëte, like a broken clock, gets it right twice daily. Jews and Muslims are cousins, are family, I hear in Morocco, from the taxi driver, the be-scarved woman  guarding a blue synagogue. Even though they should be cranky, be-swearing food and drink; even … Continue reading →

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Towards a New Form

Posted on March 3, 2025 by jillbpearlman

How to dreamwhen the egg is already brokenwhiskuntil softand silkyin what colorstowards what peace

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Bag of Grief

Posted on February 23, 2025 by jillbpearlman

The human is a bag of grief; a bag pierced with holes, a multi-headed bag, split and splitagain.  It still asks questions: Who put the countryin the blender and pressed whirr; who remembers when “decent” was what we called citizens?Who let homo sapiens … Continue reading →

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It Poured Without Mercy

Posted on February 17, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Friends came for dinner, but nothing made her change her tone.  A steady strained B minor.   The dogs laid their drooling maws on her thigh.  First placid snow, then rain, like silent glistening stringsOf a harp. When did rain become opaque? Gentle no … Continue reading →

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Dear Danielle

Posted on February 17, 2025 by jillbpearlman

I. M. Danielle Legros Georges Grief splits me: a multi-headed creaturecasting in all directions for answers. I rage and cannot understand; Though enough to know my reach is futile,She is beyond.  It will pass; all things do. After a meditation, I settle into … Continue reading →

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The Executive Restores Plastic Straws

Posted on February 9, 2025 by jillbpearlman

I’m a stowaway on a cold rubber boat.  My desires and old love letters are the sails,I paddle with spoons and old New Yorkers.   From a surge of waves comes a sleek head,a piercing in its nose – A seal … Continue reading →

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Lost in the Narrative

Posted on February 3, 2025 by jillbpearlman

The cabin is clapboard white, its slanted roof white, drifts of snow are white.  If not for the sun’s glitter, all would disappear.  No one has written the story, as of yet no black letters.  There comes the old woman, bent like a … Continue reading →

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ER & DJT

Posted on January 20, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Some will look for a way out, an end to history; the woman who swallowed pills,was rushed to the ER with an inked notepinned to her sad, sallow blouse:  DO NOT RESUSCITATE if Donald Trump wins.  That was November, 2016. My doctor-friend … Continue reading →

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Hot Damn

Posted on January 13, 2025 by jillbpearlman

If I keep my doors open –propped with a shoe or block – everything pours in  A city licked, hot rage, a pit of immolation, a mess ofhumanity tempted to leap, grieving for lost secrets, trinkets, old diaries, ardencies,hot notes of love … Continue reading →

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Play It Again, Sam

Posted on January 6, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Once thought it a white man’s thing –righteous poems lamenting time –when fingertips that steady the fruit knifescrape garlic, soothe kids know truth. Now end of day, end of year silver threads of dusk hover on short hours. Family that made the … Continue reading →

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