Equally Precarious
After my Sunday trek To the woods where I sat so silently An unsuspecting fox With a chipmunk Clasped in her teeth Loped near taking No notice of me I … Continue Reading Equally Precarious
drugstore run
20 oz grape fanta, family sized funyonsand a bottle of ibuprofen should be good,i think. right? how many ibu’s to a bottle? 500. that’ll be enough. i take 12 a … Continue Reading drugstore run
On the Off Ramp
On my way To physical therapy Hoping to ease My maladies Here is this man On the off ramp Grizzled weathered (I could be him He could be me) Sitting … Continue Reading On the Off Ramp
Nakashima Joint
The splurge of amaranth in maple tattoos the ribbony pale grains with a Florida Purplewing so still and rigid it might be trying to hide from predators. Smoothing beneath the … Continue Reading Nakashima Joint
Stacking Stones
Usually I am indifferent Along this wooded path Never taking much notice Of the clumsy stacking of stones By the anxious and overwhelmed A self-soothing ritual For the purpose of … Continue Reading Stacking Stones
The Lovers’ Dance
Trigger Warning: gore, mutilation, burning alive The dance of Memorabilia. Sentenced to any individual in the state of parasitic-influence. It was originally acknowledged as inhuman, demonic, a bloody affair that … Continue Reading The Lovers’ Dance
Death in Decision
Trigger Warning: death, gore, and murder. Black eyes stare at me through the green night, a thundering boom shattering the wind into broken pieces and leaving everything in silence. I … Continue Reading Death in Decision
Bargaining
I’m appalled at the state of you. I didn’t know lives could be so fragile until I held your beating heart in the palm of my hand. You look so … Continue Reading Bargaining
Shhh.
Trigger warning: implied self harm, implied suicide The tiny moth bumps against the window againdrawn to the light of the overhead lamp.I debate whether to turn the light offor open … Continue Reading Shhh.
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