A Lucent Fire

<div><p>Vibrant with the intensity of blues singers.-<i>Feminist Bookstore News</i></P><p>Patricia Spears Jones is cosmopolitan blues goddess alive on the wind stream of transnational homemade intimate gossip. Her poems are a highly effective antidote to living in a country where caring seems to have been placed on the Endangered Activities list.—David Rivard</P><p>Patricia Spears Jones reminds me of those wisecracking foolproof women in the old films she so lovingly dissects—the ones whose deadsure replenishing humor and never-fail good sense causes the audience to sit up and clap.—Cyrus Cassells</P><p>She has given us a world where music and brains are allowed to co-exist with instinct where the lyric and the literal may dwell without eyeing the other with suspicion.—Cornelius Eady</P><p><b>From The Perfect Lipstick:</b></P><p><i>It is why I appreciate my favorite shade of lipstick:<br>Sherry Velour.<br>Sounds like the name of a drag queen from the early seventies.<br>One of those strapping Black men who had enough of playing macho<br>put their feet in five-inch heels and made saints of Dinah Washington<br>Rita Hayworth and a very young Nina Simone.<br>So on goes this lipstick. Pretty for parties.<br>Fatal for festivals.<br>Sherry Velour and her hot discoveries:<br>light above the fog<br>a toy ship.<br>Black men in sequined dresses and the click of new words<br>in the new world where the most dangerous of dreams<br>come true.<br></i></P><p><b>Patricia Spears Jones </b>was named by Essence.com as one of its 40 Poets [They] Love in 2010.</div>