1. no umbrella, no trench coat

    arena full
    crowd of light
    strikes and stabbings
    vulgar flashings
    in sinister bolts
    to fields of corn
    all around
    my dark
    center stage
    neighborhood
    storm reconnaissance
    the suddenly vacant
    street devoid
    of cat
    and rabbit
    then us
    the end
    abrupt
    unfinished finish
    to my dog’s
    nightly walk

    electrified
    but dry
    nonetheless

     

  2. awful impossibilities
    made possible
    even awfuller
    comparison
    such an efficient
    thief

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  3. notes for some prose about our connection

    embedded
    invisible
    metaphor
    {hidden meaning}

    "careers"
    » » “success”
    ~~~~~~”celebrity”

    economic unfeasibility
    coupled with
    socio-psycho-neurological impossibility

    intimacy
    enrichment
    via connection
    and their relation
    inevitably to scale

    about not wanting to create
    records or documentation of art
    but rather art itself
    alive in the moment

    collaboration
    preserved
    when the artifact
    is destroyed

    understanding
    zen monk sand art
    for the first time
    eyes open wide

    blown past
    my lashes

    nothing with the potential
    to feed the individual ego

    nurture the humble
    collective lee
    the sea alive
    pooled beneath
    the storm
    of each
    element
    isolated and raging
    above

    awake we sit
    dipping in
    the pool of consciousness
    and pouring it over
    our own heads
    back into the never ending
    collective

    in sleeping we lay back
    awash in the collective pool
    it splashes up into our dreams
    seemingly unselected
    not chosen
    unbidden

    what is the difference between
    soaking
    bathing
    and floating

    why do we insist
    on thinking we are dry
    we are all wet
    at our best

    Tagged #jillc #notes
     

  4. suckers & their beasts

    if dragon be greed
    vampire then is privilege

    invisible to itself
    non-reflective

    it rests easy
    by day

    draws its life
    blood from others
    by dark of night

    in silent stealth
    it escapes caped in
    flight

    pale
    white
    and cowardly

    undead
    against
    the living

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  5. don’t go
    chasing
    lavafalls
    water clouds
    evaporate up
    a rain
    turning red molten
    flesh black and lead-y
    again

    rocks and coals
    burn and cut
    our feet

    experience is
    costly
    information
    cheap

     
  6.  

  7. we bury things
    and they grow
    up big from the dark
    below

     

  8. blessed
    we remained
    to each other
    fantasy

     

  9. the quiet inside
    the succulent
    leaf
    the reminder
    all our time
    uncertain
    takes liberty
    and leaves

     

  10. what we failed to believe

    adverse to redundancy
    she wrote the poem
    a list of things
    waiting to be up
    looked

    the monitor
    the adapter
    the dreamer
    the crook

    not suspect of quackery
    she told the story
    not to worry
    she said be patient
    waiting for a lift over
    hooked

    the door
    the lamb
    on the lam
    and the bad
    comedian

    simply none of it
    was all that funny
    yet we laughed
    anyway

    with fervor
    and spit
    to prove it
    wasn’t

    really what we asked for
    victims to begin with

     

  11. eagles perched like pigeons
    on the bed of a pickup truck
    institutional improvement
    modern day kkk
    effective nonviolent movements

    context
    oxymorons
    outrage
    possible but nonexistent

    pneumatic tubes
    women’s opinions
    patience
    humility

    underused
    underused
    underused
    underused

    sexual harassment
    descriptions of such
    real-life acts of the stuff
    the legal system

    undersued
    underlewd
    overcrude
    oily

    we need a giant
    no rinse
    grease cutting
    cleanser

    like vinegar
    or something

     

  12. the interviewee was generous

    When I tried to kill myself, she said.
    I came really close to success
    and my mother said:
    How could you do this to me.
    How could you be so selfish?

    She explained,
    This made me angry.
    I thought she was being selfish.
    Turning my pain
    into her thing.

    So, she went on,
    We struck a bargain.
    My mother agreed
    to stop meddling
    and I agreed to live.

    This was hard,
    she declared.
    But we both did it.
    Now we know
    neither of us
    is selfish
    or lazy.

    The pain, 
    she finished,
    still comes
    and goes.

    But I stay,
    and so does Mom,
    regardless. 

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  13. respectfully

    I asked her
    if she thought
    the most important lessons
    a mother should offer
    her offspring
    served to ensure
    as top priority
    the child’s safety.

    She agreed
    so whole-heartedly
    I might even
    go as far as to say
    vehemently.

    But then I asked her
    what if
    teaching your child
    to be safe
    meant teaching them
    to be a slave?

    or a fake
    version
    not their
    true self?

    or a willing
    victim?

    or a traitor
    toward others
    less fortunate?

    Lacking answers
    she turned away
    then
    not wanting to
    attend
    or admit to
    reality. 

    I suppose
    she thought
    that would be
    safer.

    I respectfully
    but more than
    vehemently
    disagree with her.

    Tagged #poetry #jillc
     

  14. sunday morning pov

    a half-baked potato
    and a cheese grater
    a popping pool of oil
    in a hot pan
    where breakfast meat
    recently vacated

    in the corner
    soaked mushy kibble
    underfoot
    the dog ruined
    weeks ago
    when a bad man
    slipped
    him a slice
    of bacon
    under the table

     

  15. habits, mocking & sympathetic cravings

    a hazard
    of reading
    norwegian
    mysteries
    the headachy
    morning after
    days of drinking
    too much coffee
    then forgetting
    my dose
    last evening