The Murders
Trigger Warning: mentions of death There are wolves in the chamber of a gun, a requiem prayer, unspooled yellow police line, gawking neighbours behind window blinds, nothing like this happens … Continue Reading The Murders
Morning Coffee
I’m woken by the aroma of coffee. Somehow, that flavorful odor can reach from a kitchen sideboard to a man, one flight up, as he yawns and sniffs. I have … Continue Reading Morning Coffee
sixth bug correspondence
you once told me to not let the things i can’t control get to me, and while i am learning from your patience and virtues of acceptance, i still feel … Continue Reading sixth bug correspondence
don’t know how 2laugh
is it just me or is dread crowdingthe lake like cheap fog still i feed the white semi-wild chunks of chatterthat make home on the dock i feed the duckscylindrical … Continue Reading don’t know how 2laugh
Paper Plates
James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet in film production. His latest chapbooks are A God You Believed In (Pinhole Poetry, 2023) and Count Seeds With Me (Ethel Zine & … Continue Reading Paper Plates
Ode to What Once Was a NH Spring
Spring didn’t used to come on like gang busters too hot, too soon and stay without relief for the summer or if it did, it would be a one or … Continue Reading Ode to What Once Was a NH Spring
Lepidoctora
-for my mother In glass house day filled with bromeliads and sliced bananas you raised your arms to a symphony of wings. Bits of colored movement, frenzied like holidays, swirled … Continue Reading Lepidoctora
Turkeys
Trigger warning: mentions of animal death Seen on video: two males strut up to a female, gobbling, displaying. Their snoods are engorged. Muzak plays. One of them twists violently, drops. … Continue Reading Turkeys
Road Trips and Red Jello (A Song)
Embarking on a road trip Going to eat some veggie burghers My girlfriend will do hair wraps For all of you berserkers Going to cross Ohio and Indiana borders Sharing … Continue Reading Road Trips and Red Jello (A Song)
The Fish
The fish looked up at him with the eye that faced the shore. The eye that faced out to sea came in and out of view with the waves. He … Continue Reading The Fish
Ode to the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker
Of all the voices in this coniferous forest, I most hear the silent one. Same with the sightings in densely populated treetops. I see the one who is not here. … Continue Reading Ode to the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker
How to Make a Ghost
We will make this house hauntedtogether, bring Bloody Mary in through the bathroom mirrorshold séances in every room of the housepray loudly to Satan in the back yard at night. … Continue Reading How to Make a Ghost
lamb song
If my head doesn’t raise and my eyesremain blurred, and if the cherry syrupstill clings to my chin, or the salivadigests smoothly, maybe you shouldreach for me with your long … Continue Reading lamb song
The Pump Out Truck Cometh
For all the obvious reasons there has never been an ode to a pump out truck, never an eau de perfume, but despite its grubby reputation the one charging off … Continue Reading The Pump Out Truck Cometh
The Nest
I remember being fidgety, my unfinished body unable to settle into the icy, still dark of our shared room. Several other heartbeats (“practically an army,” my mother would say) filled … Continue Reading The Nest
Barkskins
Jim Krosschell’s poems and essays have appeared in some 70 journals, and hehas published two essay collections: One Man’s Maine, which won a MaineLiterary Award, and Owls Head Revisited. He … Continue Reading Barkskins