Tag Archives: poetry

Before the Fire, Dusk

Posted on August 11, 2025 by jillbpearlman

The old man at duskcomes around the bend puffing his cigar and a bat shadows me as I walk towards the sun, its alchemy golding pine needles on the ground,igniting grape vines.  Hills recline in the distancesmudged by a hand working … Continue reading →

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USHA

Posted on June 30, 2025 by jillbpearlman

All lines of the poem arrive, perfect in itself except that it needs to be written.  The gestalt in a swift and complete vision.  Start.  Where.  So many words crowd the mouth. Also tongue-tied.  Vision – the Puritan town made worldly.  Sunshines on it. The clapboard café.  Iced … Continue reading →

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The Page, the Page!

Posted on June 2, 2025 by jillbpearlman

“Put it downon the page” – a writingteacher says,“…metaphorically speaking” Meaning the page pales,letters on paper have been eatenand digested (as metaphors do), transmuted into light and hovering figures On a backlit screen, the pagea wink in language, a vestige holding its … 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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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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Bright Rim of Ear Lyric

Posted on December 23, 2024 by jillbpearlman

Asterisks and diamond dropsand the cold, so cold,Lording-over-us blue  and the rose chill – sky’s bright rim of ear, so cold, asking to be nibbled this renegade that escaped,a maraschino cherrya cocktail on ice so raw and belovedthe song’s song be-longing in … Continue reading →

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Broadcast Moon

Posted on December 16, 2024 by jillbpearlman

The misted moon as variety of black and white TV—backdrop, desk and headshotof nightly news in the 60s –  stern, nervy, full of filament unfed, unfulfilled  it speaks, never clearly, across light years inkling of a vaster meaningthan petty characters preening … Continue reading →

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The Art (a)Part

Posted on December 8, 2024 by jillbpearlman

So many forebodings in the dark, so much dark.  The dark of the cinema spared by fire and bombs of a World War – my mom, that little redhead,  her Jersey drugstore, Fords, Astaire?  Now I understand the world so various – … Continue reading →

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A Brief Encounter

Posted on December 2, 2024 by jillbpearlman

Stark, a shock, magenta tree intensity matched, Briefly, against a sky darkening periwinkleSwirled with black, call it dream this carriageOf color held in its passage, these leaves red When day-dressed, now in evening glamour, Black-rose, killer berry, two energiesPaired married two shades … Continue reading →

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