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Patricia Spears Jones

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Patricia Spears Jones

Born in 1951 in Forrest City, Arkansas, Patricia Spears Jones earned her BA at Rhodes College in 1973 and her MFA from Vermont College.

Spears Jones is the author of three collections of poetry, The Weather That Kills (Coffee House Press, 1995), Femme du Monde (Tia Chucha Press, 2006), and Painkiller (2010), as well as two limited edition chapbooks, Mythologizing Always (Telephone Books, 1981) and repuestas! (*Belladonna, 2007).

She has been the recipient of numerous awards, including fellowships and grants from the National Endowment for the Arts, the New York Foundation for the Arts, the Foundation for Contemporary Arts, the Goethe Institute, and the Bread Loaf Writers' Conference.

A resident of New York City since the 1970s, Spears Jones currently serves as Fellow of the Black Earth Institute and the Poetry Project at St. Marks Church, and is also a contributing editor at BOMB Magazine. She has taught at Cave Canem, Parsons School of Design, The New School, Sarah Lawrence College, and Naropa University.

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Jim

You looked Texas today
road hard, scrubbed brush, blown tires
gasoline islands

But later California returned—fortune’s poster child
radiating. Truck full of gas,
cheap camera in the glove compartment
stuffed toys on the dashboard,
beads on the steering wheel,
a pretty girl’s

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And I am full of worry I wrote to a friend
Worry, she replied about what—love, money, health?

All of them, I wrote back. It’s autumn, the air is clear
and you hear death music—the rattle of leaves swirling

the midnight cat howling, a newborn baby’s 3 am
call for food or help or heart’s

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Ghostly falls from the fifteenth floor
Feathers leaking/ the pillow speaking

How the sleeper's nightly pounding
Made the pillow yelp and moan

Poor sleeper heard these comments
Angered threw said pillow into

An ugly summer night's air

The pillow had little