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firstfullmoon · 9 months
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Jill McDonough, “Love and the Deli Counter”
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identifiedbutflying · 11 months
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i imagine the butches’ stripper bar - jill mcdonough
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mysticalpineforest · 3 months
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i love the way strangers love each other
someone new by hozier; barbie (2023); like waves in the ocean we are personally connected by mike heseltine; love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough; eschatology by eve l. ewing
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havingapoemwithyou · 9 months
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love and the Deli counter by Jill McDonough
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ashtrayfloors · 6 months
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What Kids Don’t Know
I visit a high school and the high school kids ask if I still write poems for Josey. I didn’t
remember kids don’t know the grown-ups all around them are in love. Their schlubby principal
in his cluttered office. Tired cafeteria ladies in hairnets, smelling like tater tots. All these
coaches and waiters, all the doctors and great-aunts. People working drive-thru windows! They smile, they hand
you paper cups filled up with popcorn ice. They were up all night in bed with someone they can’t get enough of,
can’t stop thinking about. They are making some mental lists. Enough going on upstairs to last all through a double shift.
Your librarian is writing a love letter. She is smiling, saving it on her laptop, sighing. And now she is touching her lips.
—Jill McDonough, from Threepenny Review, Summer 2022
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lunchboxpoems · 2 years
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FREEDOM
I talk to the students in jail about freedom, how in America we obsess over it, write it over flags on T-shirts, spread it around under eagles. It has something to do with guns and fireworks, Harley-Davidsons, New Hampshire, living free until you’re dead. I tell the students I think the people fetishizing freedom don’t mean it. That they really mean look over here, away from all the slavery we did, away from all the jail! I tell them they are the experts, ask them to write what freedom means: privacy is freedom and if  you feel held back, afraid to do something, you’re not completely free.   No fear of  loss. No fear of  hunger, no fear of  pain.   A body to call my own, a voice driven by my own mind. The security of a dry, warm place to sleep.   To own my own time left here.   Being able to hold my son at night.   Showering in private.   Freedom to me is having the choice to walk away from a fight. Freedom a work in progress. Everyday freedom, the real work for us all.
JILL MCDONOUGH
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timehascomeagain · 9 months
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Some of my favourite endings to poems :) ❤
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dykes4timrand · 1 day
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keeperschampion webweave for @leafatlaw for the @jrwi-art-exchange hope you like it this was super fun to make, might try to make some more after this :D
bizly on twitter // orpheus and eurydice - titian viveillo // parting song - jill alexander essbaum // stick season - noah kahan // blood in the bayou episode 3 // blood in the bayou trailer- cryingwyvern // kashmir - led zeppelin // alabama pines - jason isbell // house of leaves // the glass jar -reflectionshadow // connecticut winters - leewahaha // kissing lessons - lucy dacus // matrix - grace mcdonough // afraid of heights - boygenius
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april-is · 6 days
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April 18, 2024: Fourteen, Marie Howe
Fourteen Marie Howe
She is still mine—for another year or so— but she’s already looking past me through the funeral-home door to where the boys have gathered in their dark suits.
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Also: Hurry, Marie Howe Walking Home, Marie Howe A Little Tooth, Thomas Lux
Today in:
2023: I wanted to be surprised., Jane Hirshfield 2022: Short Talk on Waterproofing, Anne Carson 2021: Cindy Comes To Hear Me Read, Jill McDonough 2020: from This Magic Moment, David Kirby 2019: Poem In Which I Become Wolverine, José Olivarez 2018: In the Beginning God Said Light, Mary Szybist 2017: from Contradictions: Tracking Poems, Adrienne Rich 2016: I Said Yes but I Meant No, Dean Young 2015: Cardinal Cardinal, Stephen Dunn 2014: Ezra Pound’s Proposition, Robert Hass 2013: Wistful sounds like a brand of air freshener, Bob Hicok 2012: Not Getting Closer, Jack Gilbert 2011: Written in Pencil in the Sealed Railway-Car, Dan Pagis 2010: The Moss of His Skin, Anne Sexton 2009: It’s This Way, Nazim Hikmet 2008: The Problem With Skin, Aimee Nezhukumatathil 2007: Serenade, Terrance Hayes 2006: The Old Liberators, Robert Hedin 2005: Morning Song, Sylvia Plath
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simmyfrobby · 4 months
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another poem i adore (that doesn't necessarily fit into any specific long-running dynamic you enjoy maybe but the sport/poetry vibe overall) is we're human beings by jill mcdonough. breaks my heart a little 🤏
SPORTS POEM!!!!!!! love this!! love poems about different sports!!!! my current (and forever) favourite is wide receiver
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mitchcoryhum2020 · 2 months
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Module 6
The poem "Freedom", by Jill McDonough, creates a narrative that revolves around a discussion between incarcerated students and the concepts of having freedom in America. The images they used in the poem to symbolize freedom is flags, eagles, guns, and fireworks has a difference between the realities that is faced by the incarcerated; which include no privacy and constant fear. An example McDonough used was unable to shower in private, which can be set as a basic human need for dignity and independence. The theme of freedom is central to the poem as well. Where the author explores the different symbols that associates with freedom and from the actual deeper understanding of freedom coming from the incarcerated. Through this poem, it seems that they challenging the narrative that surrounds the meaning of freedom and emphasizes the experiences and struggles from actual individuals. Multiple examples have also been made during the end, such as having the freedom to hold one's son at night. Overall, the meaning of freedom can be viewed differently by many; for me as an example, I have the freedom and opportunity to go into college where others couldn't. But I believe the irony in this poem would be about who they are interviewing. America is viewed as the Land of the Free, but they are interviewing the ones that are found guilty and having committed crime, so now they are stripped of the freedom they once had.
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Movie Review | Resident Evil: Welcome to Raccoon City (Roberts, 2021)
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I think the comparisons to John Carpenter are a tad generous, and like 90% of modern movies, the lighting is garbage, but I have to hand it to the movie for being as stylistically confident as it is. The widescreen frame is put to consistently good use. There are moments like the oner from inside Donal Logue's car and the shootout lit by muzzle flares that find ways to meld stylistic flourishes to actual tension. (I should note that the latter was technically done earlier by Uwe Boll in Alone in the Dark to less acclaim, and I'd like to correct the record by pointing out it was a good stylistic touch there as well. Literally the only good stylistic touch there. But good nonetheless.) It's pretty obvious this was a COVID production, but I think the smallness and sense of depopulation work in the movie's favour.
All that being said, this has the unfortunate stench of a YouTube fan film stretched out to feature length. As nice as this sometimes looks, there's a ponderousness to the look that suggests it's trying really hard to elevate the trite source material. Aside from a few minutes of the fourth one which I picked up during a Steam sale, I haven't played any of the games, so the significance of a lot of this probably went over my head. But much of the dialogue here is a mix of callbacks and exposition that the mostly bland cast can't do anything to sell, beyond saying it slowly and awkwardly enough so you don't miss it. Probably the worst example is when Leon Kennedy and Jill Valentine introduce themselves to each other, followed by Claire Redfield loudly saying "We have to find my brother, Chris Redfield." And there are of references to relics of the '90s like chatrooms and Blockbuster as if characters are reminding each other what decade they're in. The only actors who emerge unscathed are Donal Logue, who gets some semblance of personality by being a gruff asshole, and Neal McDonough, who gets to chew some scenery in the climax.
And while I'm not a fan of the Paul W.S. Anderson movies, those at least move along at a decent pace, while this jerks from one set piece to the next, presumably building them around callbacks without much sense of how to stitch them together. That being said, the things this does well make me think I'd like it more if it came out fifteen years ago or so, at which point it likely would have been shot on film, better lit and had at least some practical effects. This actually feels like the 2021 equivalent of a movie I would have caught on the Scream channel during my high school days and logged on to the Rotten Tomatoes forums to post "Cool flick, especially the car scene and the shootout, 7/10" and posted a fresh tomato emoji or "This" underneath a bunch of other posts saying how much better it was than the Anderson movies. Now, I'm older and wiser, and have warmed up to the bozo nu metal style that was de rigueur in those days, and realize that both this and the Anderson movies are kinda lame, and that the best zombie video game adaptation is actually House of the Dead, where characters stand around and shoot at oncoming zombies light-gun-style, or Resident Evil: Apocalypse, where a character is introduced ass-first and fires wildly into a crowded police station and headshots all the zombies. Yeah, I'm all about quality cinema these days, although if somebody else had posted this back in the day, I'd probably have replied with a rotten tomato emoji.
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harsh-repose · 8 months
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"Cindy Comes To Hear Me Read" by Jill McDonough, read by James Marsters.
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Community Development For Real People (CD4RP) & Black Voters Matter partnered for the Collard Green Caucus Henry County, Ga providing fresh from the farm Collard Greens, Turkeys, Canned Goods, and more! Look at God, won’t he do it! We distributed nearly 200 turkeys, 150 fresh Collards, stuffing, dressing, canned goods, snacks, and more. Thank you to the Jack and Jill Lake Spivey teens known as the Royals and all our CD4RP volunteers. You are all God sent! Also thank you to Walmart McDonough and Walmart Wellness McDonough, Ga!
The CD4RP weekly food drive is held every Tuesday at 10am. The location. Is CD4RP Community Assistance Center 1781 Hwy 42N McDonough, Ga
30253.
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Jill McDonough
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