Lois P. Jones’s poetry and photographs have been published in American Poetry Journal, Raven Chronicles, Qarrtsiluni, Rose & Thorn, Tiferet, and other print and on-line journals in the U.S. and abroad.  She is co-founder of Word Walker Press and a documentarist of Argentina’s wine industry.  Since 2008 she has hosted KPFK’s long-running radio series in Los Angeles, Poet’s Cafe (90.7 FM Pacifica Radio), produced by Marlena Bond which airs the 2nd, 4th and 5th Wednesdays at 8:30 p.m.  Lois co-produces Moonday in the Village and is a co-host of Moonday’s east side poetry reading at Flintridge Books.  She is the Poetry Editor of Kyoto Journal and a 2009/2010 Pushcart Nominee as well as a 2010/2011 nominee for Best New Poets.  She is a frequent and grateful participant in the yearly San Miguel Poetry Week, co-founded by Jennifer Clement and Barbara Sibley.  In 2010 her poem “Ouija” was selected as Poem of the Year by judge Dana Goodyear and featured in Magma’s monthly newsletter.  

Poet’s Cafe - http://www.timothy-green.org/blog/poetscafe/
and http://www.kpfk.org/programs/103-poetscafe.html
Kyoto Journal - http://www.kyotojournal.org/


Late Winter
for Russell Salamon

I like it when you’re quiet.
The way your shadow fills me
with solitude.

With the face of a red hibiscus
overturned into this stream.

The patience of a well worn
bench empty and expectant.

You don't need words
to coax a season.
To translate borealis, kisses

in the archway. The camellia
that tricks you
into thinking it's a rose.

To know me, listen
to nothing. Take my heart
and roll it in your palms.

Here under this lintel
of silence a river birch
shows only skin,

pale as a prayer
and twice as lonely.

Around it, everything
in early bloom.

The World According to Goldfish Vol. 1, 2009

Green sunflowers trembled in the highlands of dusk and the whole cemetery began to complain with cardboard mouths and dry rags.”
                                                                     –Federico Garcia Lorca

You asked for an R, for the ripening of olives
in your garden, the red-tailed hawk

angling over the road, the path
that took you down and away

from the empty room of the body.
The R of reasons, of the ringing that breaks

in a yellow bell tower – the only sound
after the round of shots that shattered

an afternoon. And the T can only be more time,
time to be the clock or the weather vane,

the twilight through your windows
on the page, your pen once again plow

and the places you took me
where I abandoned faith.

A is alone, how you never wanted it,
preferring the company of bishop’s

weed and drowsy horses—the warm trace
of the lily and a flame

for the night with its black mouth
that sings your saeta.

G is the ghost bird that hovered
at Fuente Grande that you did not wish

to come, for the grave some say you dug
with your own hands,

empty as a mouth full of snow,
as a sky that held no moon that night

only its pure shape to stow
all the names of the dead.

Poem of the Year IBPC 2010 Judged by Dana Goodyear. Published in Raven Chronicles Spring 2011, featured in Magma’s monthly newsletter.

Painting by Ali Al Ameri of poet Lois P Jones

Lois P Jones - Poet at Moonday West Poetry
Painting by Ali Al Ameri.  Photograph by Susan Rogers.

© 2011 Lois P. Jones

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