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Bruised Petals

Longing, Reflection and Celebration in Prose & Verse

 

Accidental Sunflower

Somehow a patch of sunflowers bloomed from the street corner — a concrete wedge of dog waste baggies, trash from the cannabis shop and...

Walking in Rain

Walking in rain is a unifying power of shape of sound; wet blur meeting earth ions of rhythm and bass in white noise patter like seashell...

Reclaim

Tendrils reclaim a wall of their own, sun beggars up the chain link locking small climates of beauty in frame. The meadow pops up in...

God’s Eye

Our lines connecting points of light orchestrate a puppetry of constellations chalking our wish trajectories in the sky Our hopes are a...

The Shape of a Poem

A sonnet “A poem by me needs to be a host of images….Each image holds within it the seed of its own destruction” — Dylan Thomas* The...

Wind-buffered

sky-gathered water sculpts overhead leaves in spoons your face with refraction impasto and you are the unwitting subject in the art of...

The Line

A ghazal Horizon is gravestone of sunk skies, falling into line/ Skyline is the mother of sun’s rise, falling into line. Growing out...

ROYGBIV

Memory is a basement carpeted in orange and brown, electronics warm, vinyl cords in rainbow of 7 colours 7 notes in analog polyphony...

The Business of Living

Becoming a robot is trading out each rogue bleeding heart, until it is mechanized with valves and fittings too tight for art or for...

Salt of Sun and Sea

Next to your bed I breathe the salt of the earth in your hair the salt of the sun in your eye the salt of the sea of your night In my...

Roots Wash Themselves in Cloud

looking at clouds swirled with crows in branches reflecting on the river, I lost calibration, knowing the clouds should be up where I...

Anatomy of a Funeral

Tombstones in concrete ribbon, the standard-issue funeral option, like ashes in a cardboard box, aggregate mixtures, of concrete sprawl...

Reflections on Glass

Free verse How the cerebellum spills over the shiny panes reflecting the sky, the world in freehand sketching transparent refractions of...

Compass Our Awe

Free verse Why do we share our art but for the company of like minds through words that compass our awe, unlock human glimpses, calloused...

Commonwealth of Life

Free Verse “But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul.” ― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein Splintered from commonwealth of life we...

The Body Is a Fantastical Story

Narrative free verse on imaginative self-creation The stained patch on my arm is a cipher where the Author left a clue, a grafted map of...

Magpie

You can tell I’m a magpie by the pieces I carry: the magpie, a collector, a good-luck bird, full of words, hiding in patterns round...

Pictures of You

Ghazal after The Cure’s Disintegration by Jessica Lee McMillan Plainsong broadcasts through stained glass, splinters color on my pictures...

Learning to Be Receptive

What we can learn from the world’s giant Buddha statues by Jessica Lee McMillan It became an accidental pilgrimage to visit four giant...

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About

Jessica Lee McMillan is an emerging poet and essayist with an MA in English. When not writing, doing front-line legal work or teaching, she spends time with her little family and buries herself in books and records. 

Jessica's poetry investigates the connectedness of nature, language, science, the visual world, and music. Her work considers longing as a kind of architecture that extends to our emotional perception of the environment. Her essays look at culture, music and philosophy as tools to navigate existentialist concerns. 

You can find her work in A Poetry of Place: Journeys Across New Westminster, Bewildering Stories, Literary Impulse/ShabdAaweg ReviewRCLAS Wordplay at Work, and on Medium. Jessica is completing her first poetry chapbook.

She lives in New Westminster, British Columbia.

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