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From: Vol.09 N.01 – A Poetics of Rights

there is weather in her bones

by J.L. Taylor
the clouds on her shoulders finally
gave and the rain fell from the crowned
canopy, slipping and gliding past her heart,
down each vertebrae, settling onto 
the hard petals of her pelvis, softening
the gray to green. the storms help find
the weight of pain not held in the brain
though in the sacrum, that bone of being.
so much of her is only fixed by the wind 
sent from the world to cradle locked joints
to loosen, letting muscle hang like vines
searching for sun in her blood, photosynthesis
only possible in this sincerity of stretch 
the clouds will come again and knows
she is god of her own earth. 
Published: August 2022
J.L. Taylor

J.L. Taylor is an arts administrator from Lexington, Kentucky. A frequent flyer of local poetry readings, her inspiration comes from the writers around her as much as the cicada sounds of southern summers. In 2022, she began hosting the long-established Teen Howl Poetry Series at Third Street Stuff. While her pen’s down, she spends her time annoying her three cats, playing the ukulele or trying to beat the high score in Mrs. Pacman at the local bar. You can find her on Instagram @jt_poetry or posting poems in June on

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Plumwood Mountain Journal is created on the unceded lands of the Gadigal and Wangal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, and to elders past, present and future. We also acknowledge all traditional custodians of the lands this journal reaches.