Author Archives: jbernsteinwrites

About jbernsteinwrites

I enjoy writing, reading, watching movies, listening to music, cuddling, eating, drinking (a wide variety of liquids), and waking up in the morning.

Suicide Notes on Stationary

She sits there writing suicide notes on stationary, lying  stomach down  on the trampled park grass, personalizing each note  with a name an address and no goodbyes.  When she rolls over (because her arms are starting to fall asleep  from the … Continue reading

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Days of the week

Every Monday I miss you. The longest day of my week and also always seemingly the coldest and grayest. We talk about you in workshop every week, but without them ever knowing who. Every week they talk about “I,” the … Continue reading

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August Baby

We went walking through the arboretum at the end of our last summer together, admiring the plants as they inhaled and exhaled in the August heat, caught up in the squint of eyes in deep slant sunlight and the simple … Continue reading

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For Silent Ear

I wonder what you do now at night, at the height of the very hour when heavy violet used to hit us in the eyes and drove us into the arms of one another. We were so generous with mouths … Continue reading

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In the hour of dreams

Tired in the hour of dreams when clock hands slow to hold each other and cigarette smoke unwinds blue signatures in the air Warm in the embrace of sunlight the ground begs change uproots itself from winter’s sorry smile and … Continue reading

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Watching the light slip out of the room. I have been lying in bed all day since the dream ended, waiting for it to begin again. The silence that gathers in the room sounds like your name.   My head … Continue reading

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2-8-13

I think that this is the time of year to be sad. The thin light, the frail dustings of snow. Everyone is sick with something, love or death, a lack of magic; it shows up everywhere on the body: gathering … Continue reading

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