Jill Eng

Portland

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A Forgetful Plot

1 day ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

POETRYDiscoveryJust nowin a different temperamentcame windoutsidea forgetful plotthen escaped a trajectoryof distant emptinessto the sorrowbeamed down upondiscoverycoming out of something in timethe arena waswhat amazeda formtraveling contentmentcautioned againstelements beneatha systemdownslight retrievalsthat enteredacting placesforested withmighta possibilityactualizedto the degreeof seeingsomethingThis poem has been published in The Crooked Circle. Thank you Thomas James.
Clarification Without a Word

1 month ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRYA worm of weirdJill Eng·FollowPublished inThe Crooked Circle·16 hours ago--Photo by Fabrizio Conti on Unsplashinto a drain that speaks apart. the scene is gone outside of nest. shiver to death a weep of sweat. you left the road that caved afoot. clarification without a word. mentioning stale as bread. a worm of weird never to glass the past of ended dreams. how on earth of losing feels. can messages break in a stare of dusk.
It Was Worth a Shot

1 month ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

PROSE POETRY | STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESSOr a tryJill Eng·FollowPublished inThe Crooked Circle·2 min read·--Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplashif i were to imagine the delightful arrangement of flowers in a positive allure, there would be a roundabout feeling to pulsate through the enormity of time. then I might become festive in the out of doors. it would be hard to tell, at first. because the immediate aftermath of a glowing ritual could suggest a formation of continued enigma.
Woe of a Tale

1 month ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only story ABSTRACT POETRY | UNEXPECTED FANCIES Catering to lust Jill Eng · Follow Published in The Crooked Circle · Just now -- Photo by Brecht Deboosere on Unsplash a portrayal of sugar emphasized in a dunk a narrow insight to fall below countered as a respiration never a near drop seen with an eye that could have missed a beat woe of a tale catering to lust sometimes with nothing as a corner height piled in times coming undone silent is the ocean calls that sleep fret chimes around...
When You Stopped

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyPOETRYA shame that criedJill Eng·FollowPublished inBlack Coffee Poetry·Just now--Photo by Joel Filipe on Unsplashwhen you stoppedit was then of a natureI came to a pausedone of a dealsmolderingmissing the wavebetween up and downformed with what and whento bang our headsagainst a bumpplastered angera shame that criedtaking us backto the loss of lightcalls that creptaway of a blameending smilesback in those daysThis poem has been published in Black Coffee Poetry.
I Backed Off

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRY | GETTING ALONGSince that felt of a problemJill Eng·FollowPublished inCatharsis Chronicles·1 min read·--Photo by Dan Cristian Pădureț on Unsplashin the filtration out of care was what simulated a migratory phase. then besides a rift could something show itself. based in hyperdrive I could smell installments of triggered annoyance. I backed off since that felt of a problem. culling suggestions beyond my comfort. which-ing and what-ing for probabilities unknown.
A Narrow Composure Undone

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRYWhich is whyJill Eng·FollowPublished inThe Crooked Circle·1 min read·--Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplasha pattern was disrupted in the nick of elongating a time. shaking was a fuse to navigate what was inopportune. lined with futility then of a natural stance. placating upheavals could forward march the ingenuity of late. rectifying magnitude came forth of distilled migrations. making the due with a sensitive trail.
When the Status Shivered in Disguise

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRY | RELATIONSIn the darknessJill Eng·FollowPublished inBlack Coffee Poetry·2 min read·--Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplashwhen the not told the truth, it was a memorized redundancy outside tossed bewilderment. implicating a front of indifference toward a cloak. a break of tendency smothered copacetic maneuverings beyond forward. I was a shadow of what lay back. framed by a coping of sorts. courting a travel to lands of abled resistance.
A Dress Code Down to the Toes

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRY | MISSING PIECESA seam that didn’t speakJill Eng·FollowPublished inCatharsis Chronicles·1 min read·--Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplasha seam that didn’t speak of woven material. might a note decipher itself from the foreground. together in a touch of mere pronouncement. something considered a region playing host. when is a difference to be distinguished? piling illusions out of ordinary lament. up went the run toward lightning bullets.
Rather Instead

2 months ago | medium.com | Jill Eng

Member-only storyABSTRACT PROSE POETRYIt was sewn into timeJill Eng·FollowPublished inThe Crooked Circle·1 min read·--Photo by Sergey Pesterev on Unsplasha wonder in a minute of light that had shuddered. back in the aftermath of decisive amelioration. a trim of insightful emphasis to know. summaries given away from afar. all of which drafts the emergence of night. a pattern to steal in the depths against worn. frost of a name to entitle which digs. all from the serious motions that crawl.