These poems are traces and markings through continuous topographies - streets, shores, bodies. They use the soundtracks of modern lives to negotiate difficult harbours and debatable terrains with richness and tenderness in these times which seem broken and open. Many of them are shards, borrowings and reshapings of forms, overheard dialogue and writings and art by others, signs and relics of the concrete world, tensions in a moment.
STUNNING BOOK of poems! Just reread Broken/Open and fell in LOVE all over again! Jill Jones has given us a delicious book that I want everyone I know who LOVES poetry as much as I do to read! Here's a taste:
My nerves are as well as water. My skin shakes it off.
Some electrons come on guard for the area in us. There is an agitation within the walls.
Those old machines still in a row, friends, strange, lubricated heads. Welcome aboard all that rust!
Write words over pits, on body, in world, into someone. Have no regrets about the dark.
That's an excerpt of the poem "No Regrets," and I wanted to mention the title AFTER the excerpt to ask you to see how and where the title lives in the poem. How it is. Jones has a clean magic, one that capsizes all the friendly plots of the story and shows their edges to us.
"What is also discouraging are too many quick judgments and opinions. The gold star review instead of biding one's time with work, of judging work based on the worker's supposed stance or tendency rather than the poetry."