The mind, a dormant stone

  "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