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i think of summer solstice as
a reminder for God to let the
earth back down

it's not supposed to
stay up there forever—

that's what kids are for...




s jones
Jun 2024



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Seranaea Jones Oct 2023
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my father's stone finally replaced
the aluminum marker issued to him
after some months waiting

when i visited, i removed
this weathered plate

and then

stood for a moment—

hoping that he
might have
felt

a perceptible bounce

after years of stilled
waters between us...





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Seranaea Jones Apr 2023
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illumination will conspicuously
reveal details only after such a
boorish tangency of skin can be
excused for dim–witted attempts
at enveloping one's entire surface...



s jones
2023





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Seranaea Jones Apr 2023
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what can be said
about a library
depopulated of
forbidden books—

when the librarian is
legally prohibited from
conveying information
to anyone about
its contents

?


s jones
2023





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Seranaea Jones Mar 2023
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the hands–
they still move

when i was too little
to know what it was,

i slobbered all over it
and knocked it over

daddy would just
wipe it off

check the time

and put it back on
the night stand



they still move...



s jones
2023




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Seranaea Jones Mar 2023
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why is it that on certain
occasions i cannot
digest    

 )—* ~Poetry~*—(

?

this exquisite food-for-thought
which tumbles like shot rock
into my belly-bag underneath
the dining room table

usually due to an absence of a
detailed chewing on my part

yet,
there persists
this terrific hunger—

thus on some evenings
you will find me
writing
my own dinner...



s jones
2023



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Seranaea Jones Mar 2023
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joined by an imaginary sinew,
four walls featuring dust
compressed into sheet rock

face away from one another.

smooth within and
on the outside,
brick

like so many houses in
this neighborhood–

everyone is insulated from the
empty stares over so much
strewn building material

yet —somehow—we are
protected from the rain



the oldest wall
no longer
stands

the others slowly
fracture

my wall—

shedding tears like
tiny shells piling
upon a beach

breaks with the
waves into
shards of sand—

leaving ashes 
and
               dust...



s jones
2023




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sorry that we never
—really—
                     talked...
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