Jill, quite a delicious feat of poetry. with plays on words and play
galore. lovely. Sheila
On Tue, Feb 27, 2018 at 6:37 PM, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> My Part
>
> I’m a history
> of what I’m not
> My pallor, my loves, my knuckles
> the parting of my lips
> how my hair has fallen
> over the world
> of my feet
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> I am a history
> of those mud flats
> alarmed confessions
> exploitations
> at the foot of the world
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> I sometimes hunger for
> undergrowth
> and un-saved junk
> I’m disclaiming
> the rumble of nostalgia
> unreal absence, ‘unreal city’
> of wandering
> courses
> at my feet
> and the parting
> of the facts
>
> ________________________
> Jill Jones
> www.jilljones.com.au
>
> Latest book: Brink, Five Islands Press
> http://fiveislandspress.com/catalogue/brink-jill-jones
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