The mind, a dormant stone

 To the lipstick that made my Mom happy,  I smelt you today, because the sudden rise of your aroma, a suddenly ripe expiration to a wax well used, sticky, rich, and captivating. A heavy tread across the highlights of your lips. Creases of embarrassed smiles, a guilt of not belonging, or a lessening, or insecurity. Yeah, that's about ripe. But your thickness glamourized my Mom  with your crimson promise, of keeping her young, beautiful, a ritual of engagement with the mirror,   A promise she knew. Always hid. JmWC 11 18 20  1053

  "When everyone was quarantined, I felt like..."           I was caged,  my cord cut,            the outside was in,       and I  wasn’t ready for that. I felt like I was out of time                 – no way to re-plan my life,  no way to be by anyone’s side. I like mapping the scene,     feel heat amongst a crowd,  and now, to stay away from them,  I have to hide. Close myself off  my nature,  to enjoy parties  dancing, all the things               feel more alive…  When that door shut, a hurricane hit. JMWC 9/22/20 from class, Panorama High School, 2020

Midnight satisfaction mystical fashion a decade of decadencia thrusts between the shouts. Do it a little longer; and keep me in that place you send me when i go midnight on  your excursion.  An exorcism to say the least. JMWC 1105pm, Sunday 9/6/2020

It's birthday season again!  Yay...  (sarcasm) Gosh, it has been a while since Covid19 made its debut... I think I was thinking it would be gone by now. Yes, the foolish fantasy that we could continue with our lives after 2 weeks of lockdown, but here is August. It's nearly my birthday and I have been wrapping my head around just what I can do to celebrate. Sure, you can say, go low key. Or, "why not be low key, Jessica. Why's it gotta be a big party?". Well, to counter that I'd say, "F&*k off, it's my birthday bish!" But really , I would probably say: 1. I just came out of 3 years of being "Mama", as in new momma, as in "where the hell did Jessica go", as in "when the hell is Jessica coming back?" as in "what do the kids need now?" I haven't been out in a long time. Definitely not the way I used to go out.  2. It's a milestone birthday! Let me rock my milestone and set it off! That's what I

Thinking about being 30...clubbing, dancing, moving around town. Sharing drinks and just staying up with the night. ahhh just been a long time since this feeling dominated me. miss it. 

missing your pressence around my body; the dark and the everlasting light. 11pm walks through the city chasing the curves of sunset clouds and moonbeam peaking,  like your ruffled blouse. the ends of your alleys make me sore, feet caressing every needle, every marble stone, and all those faces meshing eyes, pattern my trotting absurdities. a smoke in the cleansing rain until i am washed into rescue, uncertain how the words will penetrate; travel the sound of swishing lips and damp tongues pulling and curling on time. always on time.  a tempo worth beating into your stalks; your finessed legs pressing, shoving me along deeper, to feel all of you, undressed in the mirror chanting, posing, holding in rapture.  bring me up once again, so i may never forget the taunting hum snapping back like rubber on your pleasant derriere.  jessica m wilson cardenas

E njoying A nother S tay at home, T rying to have an E aster holiday that feels R ather comfortable, traditional, S o like "home". I tell you, it's U nlike any other, I've ever felt. N othing like the uncomfortable silence of families, or D illy-dallying to the next relative's house, A nd not having to worry about new names or small talk. Y ep, that's different. Isn't it? happy easter! Jessica Wilson Happy Poetry Month #acrosticpoem #easterpoem covid19 can't kill poetry #napowrimo day 11

stretch by me little one suck in the urge to cry; swallow it with the confidence that you will not choke.  repeat repeat repeat. ______________________________________________________________________ i remember a time not long past a group of us on Figueroa just being wild careless free people it was liberating to feel the cloak of youth the retro spin of nothing can touch me I'll be alright.  remember? remember how it hugged you? clench your eyes. that beast is locked up inside you somewhere. don't you let go you'll need her from time to time when you wanna fight back & when you wanna survive. Jessica M. Wilson April 6, 2020 a poem a day #6 Day 6 #covid19cantkillpoetry #lifetimetalk #lapoet #napowrimo #reflection #lapoem #lapoetry #highlandpark #friendships #youthful #recollection #growthpoem #writepoetry #poetrychallenge #nationalpoetrymonth #aprilispoetrymonth

When I saw you today, I felt petrified. The first time seeing you again, like I saw you when I entered the earth. A tunnel of promises, family that tries to save you repeatedly; the way love is shown. This is what it felt like to stand 6 feet away from you after not seeing you for two months. Jessica M. Wilson April 4, 2020 Day 4 - #napowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth #familypoem #thesetimes covid19 can't kill poetry!

For the new babies: I am prayin' that the sky we know to be blue will stay that way for you. & I want you to know about the grass and all its friends, the weeds, the in-between, even the case for roaches; (that's right--and because it's righteous and rosy) to respect all things that breathe. Dearest little ones, keep yourself tucked tightly inside and blossom safely when it's time. You're the tulips perched steadily atop its stem. You will know how to bend with the current so to never break. You will adjust with the pressure so to conserve your strength and whip back with might and with truth beaming from your eyelids. You will be the ones to lead us away from hate for all that we are, and give us light for a new age. Jessica M. Wilson April 2, 2020 napowrimo National Poetry Month Covid-19 can't kill poetry

Today's poem is a yell For those who hear only their own echo For those who want to lift their heads and see a chance For those who share their last loaf of bread For those who are forced to keep working When the world around them has paused When the world around them is a hungry mouth turned ingrate For those trying to keep their presence in a city absent of eyes For those who hold their own and dearest into their bodies so the changes aren't as cold Or intolerant Or misunderstood Or set up As they once believed. This is a scream for you. Jessica M. Wilson Napowrimo 2020 Covid19 can't kill poetry April 1, 2020

People of Earth,(USA): I implore you to make Bernie Sanders our President! Why? If you think our frontline "Angels" -- the food workers and market clerks, along with the service drivers -- deserve a living wage...and that ALL of us should be able to get paid when on medical leave, or get paid leave, and if you feel that ALL of us should have free Medical insurance to make sure we are SAFE and have the ability to GET BETTER... Bernie Sanders is the one to make that happen for us. I am so serious. I don't typically put so much out there on a politician, but people...we need to take care of each other now, and not wait until things become "our problem" to react. Time for CHANGE is now. We were all forced into it... and now is the time to rebuild our society in a positive and functional way. Bernie wants - free medical for all. - a living wage for all. - paid family leave or paid medical leave for all workers. We see how things can become

Today is a day to be grateful for. I had so much fun. I think it was because of the way I was able to float from one event to the next to the next to the next. I really enjoy my freedom. The feeling like the cage is lifted...and I get to pamper myself in between. Aside from getting to take a real girly girl shower...one that includes scrubbing with delicious smelling soap, and soak my feet, take care of any shaving... It was awesome. There are days that go by where I don't get to do all this basic me time...like showering. Crazy right? I guess it's because I have 2 kids under 3 years old. ayyyyyyy yi yi yi. Well, that got to happen today... baby Sol tried peeing on the potty... and well it's pretty impressive since he is only 18 months old. Today Luna counted to 12, without any prompting or guidance...she just started counting the beads on her necklace. She was confident and just counted. I am so proud of her. She says more and more words each day, speaks in longer se

to start this thing up again. it was simpler when i was just trying to talk to myself or to anyone or any none. i guess it's old school of me. am i a blogger? jmwc tonight morning after reading yvonne de la vega may she rest in power ---with her loved ones, and her fierce love, and all the great warmth of love when she wakes, every moment. we miss you Poeta.