Biography of Jacquelyn Turnage
I try to refrain from idealizing life. I treasure all things impefect (thrive in it, really) and abhor anything that's too predictable. I am curt, brash, and just about everything I say I mean. I'm the first to laugh at myself. I am grossly loyal to those I love, sometimes to a fault. I've never done anything that I regret-a rotten childhood followed by a series of crippling events leading up to and continuing into adulthood has given me a thrist for life. I live to see more, to taste more, to do more...
Jacquelyn Turnage Poems
You were Mr. How-Do-You-Do And Mr. Holier-Than-Thou All and none of these personalities conjunct You worked inevitably, beautifully against me
The Drowning Man
Words like tattered sails Fail to harness air Or the faintest breath of life. The heart, left empty now
March on, continue on dark one With your little poor black feet Pounding the dusty Earth in the black veil of night.
Rancid remnants on porcelain Dust accumulates Pursuing the ideal-perfection.
Beyond parted velveteen lips A dilapidated picket of enamel lies Partly grayed by the Eiffel Mostly hushed by the violent sands
March on, continue on dark one
With your little poor black feet
Pounding the dusty Earth in the black veil of night.
Your blood perhaps less red than the others
Your being recruited
HA! Enslaved truth be told
Easier on the hearts of the unconscious populous
Their empty souls and heavy wallets