Jacqui Thewless

Freshman - 624 Points (November,1955 / Manchester, UK)

Jacqui Thewless Poems

1. Haibun 2 7/4/2009
2. Poem For Jimmy 7/4/2009
3. Orkney Islands 7/4/2009
4. Lent 7/5/2009
5. The Eating Club 7/6/2009
6. Vessels 7/6/2009
7. The Letter (I) 7/29/2009
8. The Letter (Ii) 7/29/2009
9. The Letter (Iii) 7/30/2009
10. Werekidz 7/30/2009
11. Woodsheep's Lament 8/23/2009
12. You 8/24/2009
13. Imaginary Spring 8/26/2009
14. Selchie (For John) 8/22/2009
15. Zzzz 9/9/2009
16. Jessica! 9/12/2009
17. October 9/12/2009
18. Randompoems 10/15/2009
19. Noon 10/19/2009
20. Easter Saturday,2010 4/2/2010
21. For Kai At Easter,2010 4/3/2010
22. Easter Sunday,2010 4/4/2010
23. Tin Tabernacle 2 4/13/2010
24. Ma Bod 4/14/2010
25. For Alan Thewless 7/3/2010
26. For Suzy Chaple 7/9/2010
27. Home 7/9/2010
28. Faith 7/10/2010
29. Conversion 7/31/2010
30. Rob's Elegy 8/21/2010
31. Swan- Song 9/5/2010
32. Visitation 9/8/2010
33. Haibun 3 10/26/2010
34. Haibun 4 10/26/2010
35. October Haiku 10/30/2010
36. Birthday Gifts 11/24/2010
37. Advent 11/29/2010
38. Haibun 5 12/1/2010
39. Ayer's Rock (For Katie) 12/4/2010
40. We 2/4/2011

Comments about Jacqui Thewless

  • Jacqui Thewless Jacqui Thewless (9/22/2011 11:21:00 AM)

    TROY ANTHONY DAVIS - P.S.S.R.

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  • Mae Catherine Godhigh (9/22/2011 9:54:00 AM)

    Jacqui, soul-stirring and powerful. Thanks for keeping his humanity alive.

Best Poem of Jacqui Thewless

Strange Thoughts, Tonight.

Last evening
sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair

and white cream squeezed from a nozzled
tube in a box turned
my locks
black

and tonight I have strange thoughts
about love
like ash
stirred in a bronze dish with
the stub of my pen


when I wore
a patterned silk kimono
smelling of
patchouli oil
and moved inside the slight
ghost of my long-haired youth

after the lover’s cigarette
I slept
on newly-warmed
white wedding-bed-sheets
then you were green too weighty in-
between my tender thighs
...

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Haibun 2

Every year in winter I forget what spring is like. Here in Pembroke, and throughout the county, the first harbinger is a white froth of Blackthorn blossom – before the first greening of trees. Yet white is cool; a chaste colour. Later, when the first young green leaves in the hedgerows peep, a sense of warmth to come is quickened and our spirits lift.
At home, I feed the garden birds until the end of March. It is a rare treat to catch a glimpse of the wren.

buoyant winter bird
hidden in t

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