Poetry Storm before the Calm Jon Hillenbrand, May 21, 2011May 10, 2013 Chained to Paris, hearts around the world spin on the axis of promises made by fairy tales of Sleeping Beauties and Prince Charmings riding up on shimmering white stallions. Promises create a firmament holding up the tears-soaked stars like a glass hydroelectric dam. And then the comment, or the look…
Poetry Raven Jon Hillenbrand, March 26, 2011December 30, 2015 Raven alight upon my ledge Tapping at frosted glass. Barely the handle is turned when you leap inside Transforming into the Night Beauty. You sing and I am yours. I woo you, love you, make you mine You wrap your wings around me and we fly together into the sky….
Poetry Cycles Jon Hillenbrand, March 20, 2011December 30, 2015 Life and death, war and peace, being together and living apart all cycle in the nature of the seasons. Similarly, that pattern belies a deeper truth. That is, that even though they repeat, things are different each time, with some progression, some regression, every time around. In war, there may be an attack…
Thoughts Valentine’s Day Mass Cure Jon Hillenbrand, February 14, 2011October 17, 2019 What is this? Two blog posts on Valentine’s Day? Yes, I’m trying to make up for five years of not posting anything V-Day related, or as my sister Anne calls it, Single’s Awareness Day. So for all of my single cohorts on this most-challenging of days, I present to you…
Dreamscape Series Children of an Idle Brain Jon Hillenbrand, February 14, 2011October 16, 2019 It’s sad that in the past five years of blogging, despite my roller coaster love life, I’ve only posted once on Valentine’s Day. In 2009, I wrote about saving your old emails and how it paid off in a pointless argument in CYA Email Bitch Slap. Bad form on a day…
Eden Before the Fall Series Before and After Eve Jon Hillenbrand, December 16, 2010October 16, 2019 The smaller fish were nibbling at his toes as he stood motionless in the shallow lake. His split rod fishing spear was held fast by his muscled left arm. A small clear strand of gut held a cardinal’s feather dangling lightly in the still parts of the water, rising and…
Poetry I remember this Jon Hillenbrand, October 21, 2010December 30, 2015 You’ll know if this makes sense to you: “And it starts, sometime around midnight. Or at least that’s when you lose yourself for a minute or two. As you stand, under the bar lights. And the band plays some song about forgetting yourself for a while. And the piano’s this…
Poetry Ten Minute Lunch Jon Hillenbrand, October 5, 2010December 30, 2015 Today I spent ten minutes eating my lunch on the rickety wire furniture adrift in the shadow of a building. These autumn days chill shadowed areas to blue, but I was not shivering because of the cold and the shadow was cast not by the sun, but by the presence of my former love inside….
Photography Thoughts on Thoughts Jon Hillenbrand, September 29, 2010October 17, 2019 I am Captain Insomnia. My super power is the ability to stay awake forever. Sometimes I just can’t get my brain to shut the hell up. It’s probably clinical and can be treated with a pill which will destroy other parts of my life. Fuck, anything I write seems self-servingly…
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 Plump Berries Jon Hillenbrand, October 14, 2008December 30, 2015 First I saw the cherry. Then I saw the long dark sweet ink trickling entangled down her creamy curves. Should I spoil her freshly fallen field of pale snow? Would I ever recover from sinfully sampling her unsophisticated sensuality? A hellfire might await me after such a kiss, or a…
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…