Jill Jones

“Some tired nights are just a put-on for sleeping / if wake-ups sometimes unfurl in uppercase bold / or wallow in triggering charades or hectic sense.  Shuttling through dreams and their unruly debriefings / I’m pieced together barely, as a …”

“I can’t wish on stars in unseasonal cold. / They’re older than they look. / And they keep shtum in shivery night / even when I sneak up on them. / Still they spread a stern and spiky glow / on my uneven thinking about / how things turned out, horizon …”