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TO THE OTHER SIDE!

Posted on November 8, 2020 by jillbpearlman

Praise the stepping stones!  Simple, each notched and shaped with its own smooth surface. Laid for one purpose — to help us get to the other side.  To balance delicately over the raging chaos.  Monsters bark; still, praise the plank, … Continue reading →

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THEY

Posted on November 1, 2020 by jillbpearlman

THEY Kafka saw it, part tragedy, part comic. They pulled us off our axisput us in immobilis, the gnawing cellof isolation, of terror who is there, with a hand to catch — to touch us — Time slows down     stands still the top … Continue reading →

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October Blues (and other shades)

Posted on October 18, 2020 by jillbpearlman

October’s precision.  Everything under the sun is sharp, preening with the ethic of freshly waxed cars, buffed and shined.  It is as nails made brilliant, as hard bright vernis.  Brushed wire.  It is shadow or it is not.  It is … Continue reading →

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The God-Emperor

Posted on October 9, 2020 by jillbpearlman
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Ground Under our Feet?

Posted on October 4, 2020 by jillbpearlman

We live between four walls, they are temporary, fragile, often cheap, sometimes made of scythed corn stalks.  They have been speared into the ground for the Jewish holiday of Sukkot, they won’t hold for long, their very nature is impermanence.  … Continue reading →

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Storm King (Art in the Time of Covid)

Posted on September 25, 2020 by jillbpearlman
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Turn, Turn, September’s Turn

Posted on September 13, 2020 by jillbpearlman

Already these crystalline days.  Already the air moving in its own way, letting sun and warmth shout at mid-day, then fall silent.  Already sound of the sea in the crowns of trees.   Already baskets full with the harvest.  Already … Continue reading →

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The Insect Chorus

Posted on August 30, 2020 by jillbpearlman

There are those who hate cicadas as they hate the summer sun. I myself love both.  The haters hear cacaphony, noise, intrusion. They hear one solid tone – abrasive – not noticing how the insect chorus of crickets and cicada … Continue reading →

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Strange Rerun: the American Vacation

Posted on August 16, 2020 by jillbpearlman

The unexpected rarely rears its head in a life ordered by Zoom.   Spontaneity has become collateral damage.   Usually I get my share of happenstance while traveling.  But traveling is so reduced this summer; possibilities for goofing off and … Continue reading →

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What Augurs, August?

Posted on August 2, 2020 by jillbpearlman

I always feel trapped by August, its thick cluster of vowels.  Clotted.  Lugubrious, made for a lazy tongue.  Made for  limbs given up to the sun.  If it were a kitchen sauce, it would need to be thinned.  If there … Continue reading →

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