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The Ughs of August

Posted on August 30, 2026 by jillbpearlman

I am not a friend of August.  It’s not for the usual fussy reasons – that I can’t stand sand between my toes, or dread oceans of red tide, or feel sad at once-bright green lawns now tough and rusty.  No, though … Continue reading →

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The Vagaries of Rain

Posted on August 24, 2026 by jillbpearlman

Rain, that thing that ruins summer weekends at the beach – but only weekends. That falls on unprotected heads, that makes soggy the books we leave in the grass and turns grains of sand to clumpy mud. It conspires to … Continue reading →

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Doomsday meets the Passion of our Endeavors

Posted on August 17, 2026 by jillbpearlman

Is it summer, or are we learning to be with the crooked floors in our creaky house (White House, America)?  Somehow, I heard very little political talk during my travels this season.  In the States, in Europe, people weren’t avoiding conversation, it … Continue reading →

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Song of Apparent Innocence

Posted on August 9, 2026 by jillbpearlman

This late in the game, in our jade consciousness,there is still innocence.  It peels the leather back, it floods with exuberance the most open spaces watches the way an old port glimmersas do beaches, boardwalks, plazas  kids still thrill over the … Continue reading →

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Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Posted on July 26, 2026 by jillbpearlman

Coming from the US to France: out of the frying pan, into the fire.  Heat wave –canicule, in French – refers to dog days, which even Homer wrote about in The Iliad:  Sirius rises late in the dark, liquid skyOn summer … Continue reading →

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La Tomate

Posted on July 13, 2026 by jillbpearlman

The French vendeur who hands me the tomato in its perfect flesh— he knows.  Some worlds haven’t been destroyed. It is a globe of seeds, juice and pulp that asserts itself, a repository of what we were given in the love … Continue reading →

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Yetzirah, ROTC & Jesus Camp

Posted on June 22, 2026 by jillbpearlman

World collide all the time.  This past weekend, it was Jewish poets at the Yetzirah Poetry Conference in the Blue Ridge Mountains doing their poetry hootenanny alongside hundreds of ROTC kids shouting theirs. It was Jesus Freak! JC rocks!, a Christian … Continue reading →

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Weather Is Us

Posted on June 8, 2026 by jillbpearlman

The weather has a nakedness that resembles ours.  It spits, it blows croons blusters and mourns. It is impetuous and adolescent, taking pleasure in small revolts and impunities. It also brings happiness, but this is not the norm.  We’re tempted to … Continue reading →

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Anguish is like Laundry

Posted on June 1, 2026 by jillbpearlman

My anguish can be washed in warm water, with a mild soap, when it’s soaked then rolled in an old towel lay it out in the dappled sun, beside lilies of the valley where it can hear the tinkling of … Continue reading →

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Savage Truths of 7am

Posted on May 25, 2026 by jillbpearlman

I am not being dishonest when I say I don’t like waking up at 6am.  It makes me negative. I hear stories of high-achieving friends waking at sunbreak to write, to lift weights at the gym …different species.  It’s only the leaking … Continue reading →

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