Tag Archives: poetry

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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Blink Twice

Posted on November 25, 2024 by jillbpearlman

That sitting in the sunhasn’t changed wheneverything has changed though houses stand streetwiselike gaps in a young girl’s teeth water will seep slowlyunder your fingernails drip by insidious dripsomeone’s nails turn black black velvet paintings once plunged you into raving pleasure zones will you ever get back 

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