Poem: elizabeth jones

Poem: elizabeth jones

Balcony Smoke

i hate this fucking balcony.
rain-soaked unstained planks
lead to nowhere speckled
dead
detritus of
stagnant living.

worn furniture hanging on to
to spindly
cobweb
ropes
drip-stained by
systems meant to cool
the lukewarm stories
that wait for the grave while
the
in and out of other lives thrive
around it.

plumes of cigarette smoke
drift into future.
soon. i will ride their soft
waves into distant places
and let the wind carry me to
new.

i sweep the wilted flowers
and straighten up the lines
of someone else’s story.

the empty trash
cans await my purge.
the cirrus clouds point to my
new. i smoke.
With wild hope.

 

about the writer: elizabeth jones

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Elizabeth Jones directs program development at a non-profit dedicated to helping immigrants integrate into the US workforce and culture. Prior to this role, for the past 19 years, she was a founding partner in an architecture and urban planning firm where she worked extensively in community development. Having lived abroad in Hong Kong as a child, Elizabeth acquired an early appreciation for the vivid and varied landscape of cities and has proudly called Philadelphia her home for 23 years. An avid walker, she roams the city filling up her mental cup for her creative outlets, which include writing, cooking up a storm in the kitchen, music making with her son, and anything crafty she can do with her daughter. In addition, she loves to binge-watch crime dramas, make cocktails, read, and travel to big cities and get lost. She is working on her first novel. Elizabeth has a Bachelor of Arts in Geography from the University of Missouri, Kansas City, a Master of Arts in Geography from Temple University, and a CELTA (Certificate in English Language Teaching to Speakers of Other Languages).

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Painting: stephanie vogel

Painting: stephanie vogel

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