Monthly Archives: July 2025

The Blue Door in our Dreams

Posted on July 28, 2025 by jillbpearlman

There’s always a blue door in our dreams,in our former lives. A cerulean blue door, with wooden slats held by a small hook in the white plastered wall.   It opens, closes and opens, screeching like a sickowl, such are the vagaries … Continue reading →

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How to See the Sea

Posted on July 21, 2025 by jillbpearlman

A small curve of a port – boats sit in great fields of mud, the waterrolled up like a carpet to join the sea, to bunch into glossy, spit-tipped waves.  What did it mean – if we longed for the sea? The absent … Continue reading →

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Half Empty, Half Full

Posted on July 14, 2025 by jillbpearlman

Café life, the terrace seats and tiny spoonsand lovers’ faces in the sun. A trampy man demands to buy a bottle of water; the garçon says we don’t sell bottles; the bum grumbles into his half-shaven jaw: Je veux une bouteille d’eau.  They are … Continue reading →

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