#patricia spears jones

[garadinervi]

June Jordan's legacy, A dialogue with Erica R. Edwards, Marina Magloire, and Patricia Spears Jones, hosted by Conor Tomás Reed, December 12, 2024, Co-hosted by the Center for Humanities, Lost & Found: The CUNY Poetics Document Initiative, CLAGS: Center for LGBTQ Studies at the CUNY Graduate Center, with Common Notions and Wendy's Subway

(image: June Jordan, 1981. Photo by Sara Miles)

[whisperthatruns]

Fortune's Wheel

Fortune’s wheel turns with thunder’s sway I’m seventeen, homeless, can you help me With a dollar Seventeen, dollar Homeless, dollar Help me, dollar The mighty wheel rumbles beneath Streets paved with grime and magic Heard, seen, but not helped Seventeen grumbles Got to get off this train The city pitiless, the city cashless The wheel’s roaring Doll smashing, dog lashing, lights limn Avenues paved with magic and time.

Patricia Spears Jones, The Beloved Community (Copper Canyon Press, 2023)

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

"These mountains are as drunk as the poet."

----Patricia Spears Jones

[loudlylovingreview]

Patricia Spears Jones: Discontented Summer

Lies and jests move rapidly glossy men and women repeat. Repeat.At all you can eat banquets presidents toast. Outside the blanched bones of dead children settle.One huge wing dips beneath clouds, while the other crumples.Every picture tells a story but which story and who makes the pictureLike the white winged dove—on the radio. On the radio. Like a black winged raven and how spectacular the moon…

[likeawolfatthemoon]

books read in 2024 📚

💖 > 👍 > ✅ > 👎

The Dutch House by Ann Patchett ✅

The Guest List by Lucy Foley 👎

Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt 💖

Pageboy by Elliot Page 👍

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab 💖

Don't You Dare by C.E. Ricci 👎

Sure, I'll Join Your Cult by Maria Bamford ✅

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson (1/3) 👍

I'm Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy 💖

Counting the Cost by Jill Duggar ✅

Yellowface by R.F. Kuang 👍

The Lemon by S.E. Boyd ✅

The Woman in Me by Britney Spears ✅

Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister 👍

Kill Joy by Holly Jackson (.5/3) ✅

The Lost Apothecary by Sarah Penner 💖

Killers of the Flower Moon by David Grann ✅

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak 💖

Good Girl, Bad Blood by Holly Jackson (2/3) 👍

The Grace Year by Kim Liggett 👍

The Girls by Emma Cline 👍

Dyscalculia by Camonghne Felix 👍

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn 💖

As Good as Dead by Holly Jackson (3/3) 👍

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins ✅

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig ✅

The Diviners by Libba Bray (1/4) 👍

I'll Be Gone in the Dark by Michelle McNamara 💖

The Wishing Game by Meg Shaffer ✅

Educated by Tara Westover 👍

The Butcher and the Wren by Alaina Urquhart 👍

The Heiress by Rachel Hawkins 👍

The Bone Houses by Emily Lloyd-Jones 👍

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell 💖

Lair of Dreams by Libba Bray (2/4) 💖

Crying in H Mart by Michelle Zauner 👍

Listen for the Lie by Amy Tintera ✅

The Wife Upstairs by Freida McFadden ✅

No One Is Talking About This by Patricia Lockwood 💖

Black Cake by Charmaine Wilkerson 👍

A Flicker in the Dark by Stacy Willingham 👍

The Only One Left by Riley Sager 👍

The Fury by Alex Michaelides 💖

The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris 💖

The Grownup by Gillian Flynn ✅

The London Seance Society by Sarah Penner 👍

The Berry Pickers by Amanda Peters 👍

The Debutantes by Olivia Worley 💖

Weyward by Emilia Hart 💖

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes by Suzanne Collins 👍

Paris: The Memoir by Paris Hilton 👍

[ocean-blue-whump]

Hi Blue! What about a poem that goes with my boy Alder? :D

-- @whumperofworlds

How about this one?

"Defiant" by Patricia Spears Jones

[kissingcullens]

“Living Room: June Jordan's legacy in a time of genocide, policing, and Trump's return.

Dialogue with Erica R. Edwards, Marina Magloire, and Patricia Spears Jones. hosted by Conor Tomás Reed.”

Thurs, Dec 12, 2024. 6pm - 8pm ET online

RSVP: tinyurl.com/Dec12JJ

[nityarawal]

9/22/23

Targeting- 

(Not A Hasbeen!!!!)

Morning Songs

Russel Brand

Is Not A Hasbeen

Russel Brand

Isn't Just A Label

For U.K.'s

Geese

A

Golden Goose

Charlotte Had

Dollar Signs

In Her Eyes

First Summer Abroad

Celebrity Struck

Wouldn't Even

Take A Picture

With @RustyRockets

She Remembered 

Him

When He Was A

Tabloid Star

Trafficked In

London

By People

Who Pretended

To Love Him

To Be Journalists 

Her Auntie

Renuka

Taught Art At

Russ's Private

School

Academy

Renuka Rawal Barnes Abraham

My @X Sister-In-Law

Taught

Textile Design

Until Her

Husband Roger

"Was Made Redundant"

Then Hired

At Russel's Academy

Recruited Too

She Brought His School

Another Laborer

Cuckholded

A 2nd Class Citizen

Her 

Soon To Be "X"

Husband

Roger

On Last Legs

"A Trojan,"

Sunil Commended Him

Running

Into Your School

Always At Your Side

With A GPS

At Mark's & Spencer

Gas Station 

Runs

He Arrived

Was It Him

Or Her

That Made CPS

Abuse Kids

From School

A Partner

Trolling

Celebrity

Hungry

Moldy

My Mother-In-Law

Patricia Rawal Campbell

An Elizabethan Miniature 

Painter

Art Teacher

Shakespeare's

Yogi Capturer

Ma

Reiki Master

Kwan Yin Yogini

Elizabeth Taylor

Black Lidded

Gypsy Eyed

Priestess

Once A Generic

Jones

2nd Gen

Irish 

Genocide

Now A Campbell

Ruled By Young

Boytoy

HP Tech Bro Who

Stole Her Brown

Buddha Boys

& Grand Kids

Gautama's Baes

Buddha's For Courts

Einstein Geniuses

Cambridge Prodigy

Analytica Marine Spies

Intelligence

Maritime Dr's

Like Navy Seals

Pushing Gag

Orders

Dr. Sunil "Christopher" Rawal

Neo-Nazi

Said

About His Brother

Krishna

Who Failed Dharma

Yogi Karma

Bhagad Vad Gita

Averting Dilemmas

Dramas

Wars

'Cuz He's Got No Morals

Nor

Righteous Compass

For He's Been

A Silent Uncle

Like Haydn

How Can You Take

A Plea

When San Diego

Marines

Abuse Thee

Judges

And Officers

Raped Kids

And Me

What Is My Crime 

"A Mothers' Cult"

Says Oath Keeper Sheriff

Chad Bianco

About Divorcees

To The Riverside

DA Michael Hestrin 

Papers

Bros Say

Sheriff Drinks

With Gang

Daily

And IEHP

Court Ordered

Therapist Dr. Tima Ivanova

Can't Get

A Pathology Report

From Him; Our Riverside Coroner

Investigator 

That Gave Jessie

A One Liner

In Idyllwild Town

Crier

Paper

And Doubles

As Pathologist

Sheriff

Illegally

Working With Idy

Drug Lord's

It Seems

But Who Follows

Us

Just Me

Who Follows Us

Just Me

Whose Gagged

Raped

Bled

Nearly Stabbed

With Lymes

By Lewd Klu Klux Klan

Militia

Skinheads

Plan B

Ticks

Robbers

Just Me

Just You

When You Gonna

Get Your Bearings

Just Me

Just You

Wanna Know 

What I Thought

Every Time I Met

Russel Brand

A Whimsical 

Adoring Artist

Fan

Devoted To David Lynch

Wanna Know

What I Thought

Just A Kid

In 2009

Scrawny

Pretty

New

Ex Patriot

I Slung My

Bae

And Went To Donovan's

Show

With Minette

In Hollywood

My Young Sexy Doula

With A Hibiscus Flower Behind Her Ear 

And My Newborn

Paparazzi

Everywhere

Wanna Know

What I Felt

Really Safe

VIP Lounge

With Lila

Eden-

Wallace's

From MUM 

College

VIP Lounge

After Party

Hiding Out

Escaping

For Pancakes

Breastfeeding

Anj 1st

Whose That Gopi

Gypsy Boy

Skinny Budding

In His Skin

Lighting Up

Young Hipster

Doug Henning

Magician In

Reception Lines

Serving David Lynch

A Right Hand Man

Like Maharishi

Mahesh Yogi

Himself

and Skin Boys

Johnny Grey

Alike

With Guru Dev

A Teacher

Disciple

Relationship

Johnny Grey

Skinboy

To Cleanse

To Transform

Make "The Change"

From Trafficking 

England

"Men Are From Mars,

Women From

Venus,"

Says New Age Lovers

"X" Barbara Deangelis

Teaching

Polarity

Wanna Know What

We Thought

When We Took

Newborn Baby

Anj

To Her First 

Concert

In Hollywood

6 Weeks Old

Out Of

Encinitasbeachhome.com 

After "Oil" Mother Baby Ayurvedic Program

In Hollywood

At The "El Rey"

Theater

I Felt Safe

With Russel

I Trust My Compass

Intuition 

Not A Lawyer

Trying To Smear

Another Hasbeen

Misunderstood

Before His Time

Just A Humble Dad

Resisting A Hologram

"Branding" Him

Eternally

Like Michael Jackson

Britney Spears

Britney Murphy Holocaust

#Ye Fights

From Conservators

Kimmy #2.

Bianca Trans

Forced Drugs

Plea Bargains

Handlers

We Fought For You

And Demand

Our Reperations

Forced Drugs

Plea Bargains

Removed

We Fought For You

And Demand

"Quash It" 

Our Reparations 

#Metoo

Merci

Beaucoup

Met Russel Brand

Once Again

At A LA Comedy

Fundraiser

For DLF

In 2012

Went For Jerry

Seinfeld

To Introduce

'X's" Half-Bro's Debutante Niece

From UK

Charlotte

But Russel Brand

Kissed My Forehead

Like Jesus Christ

Himself

Before Her

Wafting Up

Smelling Of

Nag Champ

Up Close

After Meditation

Charlotte Took Our Picture

Smelling Sweet

A Cloud Of Incense

Like Nag Champa 

Beside Me

Pure

Who Wouldn't Fall

Into That Divine

Embrace

Yummy Mummy

50 Pounds Overweight

Felt "Hot" For A

Minute

Certainly 

Who Wouldn't 

Ma

Don't You Want A

Picture Too

Russel Asked Charlotte

Don't You Want

A Picture Too

We Both Offered

Patiently

She Was Stuck Up

Snobby

Greenwashed

London- Berry

Spun Doctored

On UK Tabloids

Grooming

Lies

Dr's Bribes

Not Even Your

Smart "Bookie-Wook"

She Recommended

Swayed Her

Your Books

"A Good Read"

She Admits

Could Change

Her Judgements

Though She Ordered

"Bookie Wook 2,"

Hungrily

Greedily

For Brits Abroad

Desperately

Or Were

They Bribes

For Nonce Charles

First A Barnes

Before Rawal 

A Loyal Niece

To An Art Teacher

First A Barnes

Then A Rawal

Her Step Grandfather 

Was The 1st 

Keith

Of 3

In Rawal Child

Abducting

First A Barnes

Than A Rawal

She Studied Textile Design

Like Auntie Ren

First Barnes

Than A Rawal

Neanderthal-Indian

In A Hybrid Skin

Got Her A Job

Mentoring

With Peter Dunham

At "Lucky" Denim

1st A Barnes

Like Amelia Airheart

Pilot 

Expatriot

"Victor" Galore

1st Job

We're Those Char's Textiles

That Cloaked

Josh Radnor's

Cushions

In New Story

About Hollywood Home

Were Those

Char's Prints

That Covered

Josh's "New" Couch

In His "New" Home

After A Restraining 

Order

Forced A Move

By Broker "Anderson"

Court's

Culprits

From Hollywood Reservoir

To Silverlake

Is That Char's 

Design

Emulating British

Mandalas

Mesmerizing 

Hypnotizing 

Into

Bribes

A "JOB"

Money

Bucks

Prostitution

For A Yogini Maiden

Who Said, "No Thankyou"

Snottily

Snobbily

To Russel Brand's 

Invitation

Gaslighting

A Blush

Justifying

A Decline

Of Loyalty

Why

She Wouldn't Touch Him

Nor Take A Photo

Together

Almost Allergic

To Memorialising

Russel

From What 

Tabloids Had Done

To Rape Him

A Poppet

Drugged

She Wouldn't Touch

Him- A Yogi

Smelling Of "Nag

Champ" Incense...

[marimuntanya]

SELF PORTRAIT as retratos cosas locas y de locos (stolen) - Patricia Spears Jones

for Papo Colo

Shall we have cocktails while slipping about the Edge of Catastrophe—gin and tonic for summer Whiskey sour for fall. All is not well, yet sun Illumines green leafed trees, soon bare   soon bare

Our eyes prowl fence edges for morning glory vines Our ears gallop from the booming bass of pumped up cars Our legs move as swiftly as a catamaran in dock We mock the heavens with calls for Paradise Now.

Artist perambulating the shadowed alleys of downtown Manhattan Memories of dream dulled in punk and rock clubs’ filthy bathrooms How much of what was is still now in the body in the bones of the body Calcium loss   teeth loose   wrist smaller so all bracelets     jangle  jangle

Lips call repeatedly a song whose words are traces of tenderness Yet, sung too softly as if only whispers could make the world hear.

[bru-ised-soul]

Each of us bears an ornament of grief

A ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scar

It is how humans know their kind—

What is known as love, what can become

the heart’s food stored away for some future Famine

Love remains a jewel in the hand, guarded

Shared fragments of earth & air drift & despair.

[missedstations]

“May Perpetual Light Shine” - Patricia Spears Jones

We have encountered storms Perfect in their drench and wreck

Each of us bears an ornament of grief A ring, a notebook, a ticket torn, scar It is how humans know their kind—

What is known as love, what can become the heart’s food stored away for some future Famine

Love remains a jewel in the hand, guarded Shared fragments of earth & air   drift & despair.

We ponder what patterns matter other than moons and tides: musical beats—rumba or waltz or cha cha cha cosmic waves like batons furiously twirling colors proclaiming sparkle of darkness as those we love begin to delight in the stars embracing

[cutiewithawakenedheart]

"Consider the spirit of summer solstice in gratitude and perplexity.

The poet is perplexed by this seemingly endless daylight."

----Patricia Spears Jones

[unusualmodesofresistance]

We may not disarm the police, but we must disarm our own fear if we are to fight back.

from Colloquy #1:  Words on Freedom, Confusion, Resistance & Poetry by Patricia Spears Jones

[adesireforhealing]

My chest is angry. Tight enough to bounce that quarter I need for laundry. I can feel my lungs work double time. In this new economy, somebody wins. Big. Really big. And everybody else loses. Big. Really big. There’s a ballad in this uncertainty. A chorus for rebels. A cantata for the long-time unemployed. Harmony, melody, rhythm in disarray. Today, a woman lost her home to fire. The bank branch on Fulton was robbed. Before these manmade disasters, there was a storm that dashed trees down like balsa wood sticks. Child’s play for the Gods? Hurricane season. The first one named for my brother. Bill is moving fast. But kindly. Trees bending, some broken, homes trembling few deaths. Lacking damage. Oh, mighty, mighty wind.

from Stress Test by Patricia Spears Jones

[ahistoryofanxietyandanxietyand]

Tossing the steel mesh trash cans is so much fun Not as much as juggling broken umbrellas Or rocking the yellow taxies or the last of the Lincoln Town Cars Ferrying passengers drenched and stimulated The start of a new day and the pitch is black with stimulation SHIRR SHIRR SHIRR SHIRR                  my sheets of rain SHIRR SHIRR SHIRR Oh look at the angry boys drunk and holy as they try to mimic storm The really large guy’s huge fist hits a bus shelter’s carousel It pebbles to the sidewalk, hundreds of green nuggets His holy hand unblemished by blood.  Foolish boys Foolish boys, your anger is no storm and your howling Bears little glamour—the wolves in your throats have long since left you And here in the rain, your pain is small, durable and yet The pebbles scatter about reminders of uglier private deeds. As for my winds, my rain, my tossing back the moon’s soft gleam Means little to windows stood still storm after storm—centurions Of design.  They raise my ire and lash lash lash I throw against Glass; the sash a square reflection of domestic armature. As for the painted wood doors—they are so easily broken.

Self Portrait as Midnight Moon by Patricia Spears Jones