Chains
chains perforate fear
how they align
data extended to
shackles companies borders
clutch prohibits repair
layers equip experts
where substance ends
arrive, touch chains
it’s easy to
be executed, accumulated
inconsolable the tangent
of a sigh
Poems from 'Ash is Here, So are Stars'
Tracking
Are You Worried About Yourself?
Embedded Dreams
Other poems by Jill Jones
This is Friday high up
The eclipse
Gold
Mouth Song
Palm and rope
Interview
A conversation with Jill Jones