Poetry Windowed Night Jon Hillenbrand, October 26, 2016 Falling rain Lighting up By passing cars And flashy bars Like lightning bugs In mason jars As far’s the eye can see The sea makes a plea To be the sky To fly But heavy water falls In walls Like posters stuck to China’s walls The distant land As complex…
Poetry The princess and her hair Jon Hillenbrand, September 26, 2015December 28, 2015 The wind at the fair Blew through my long hair The men they did stare At me
Poetry Snow on Black Tar Jon Hillenbrand, January 24, 2013March 30, 2016 In the desert, the sand on top of the sand is almost like a talcum powder…
Poetry Tree Haiku Jon Hillenbrand, July 19, 2012September 7, 2015 Invisible wind Solid trunk standing upright Bending green fingers Twisting mixing air Sheets pull, push, carry promise Tree slows bringing calm Branches reaching out River of light flows past clouds Leaves drink in the sun
Poetry Girl from the pond – a short story Jon Hillenbrand, July 11, 2012December 30, 2015 There I stood looking upon the pond. And before me arose a mist from the shimmering surface like gold leaf on an Egyptian statue. Across the mist there arose a gentle bird whose wings spread across the water and sent ripples across the pond. The fish rose up to meet…
Poetry Online Dating Girl Jon Hillenbrand, June 21, 2012December 30, 2015 An open poem to the online dating girl You are showered by messages From every perverted minnow Nibbling at your fingers Like sperm at the shell Of an unperturbed egg. I imagine your ten sets of eyes Gazing my way across a library Or bar Or quad Or hiking trip…
Poetry The haze of the drink Jon Hillenbrand, November 15, 2010December 30, 2015 You have to lean your head against something with your eyes closed and the closest thing is the cold beer in your right hand. So you lean into its curve, your face falling into the slope of its neck, and sleep flows like the liquid in the bottle as the…
Poetry Rosary of thought unread aloud Jon Hillenbrand, October 6, 2010May 10, 2013 It’s a rosary of thought, it’s over and over, and it runs through my head from bead to bead. It doesn’t matter. Like a fight with myself. You know, eventually, I’m going to win. So I wait for the victory. I close my eyes and wait for the victory to…
Poetry If you forget me Jon Hillenbrand, June 26, 2010December 30, 2015 I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to…
Poetry Button Jon Hillenbrand, March 1, 2007December 30, 2015 Cute little halo You and your friends keep my clothes on I see you there dangling With a sideways smile on your face One of these days you are going to try and get away You’ll be there at night But the next morning you’ll be gone I’ll look through…