Poetry | Thursday, December 2,2010

Friend’s Toothfairy Poem

The most dangerous gameIs Tooth FairyA terrible bargainIn your moist palmA SacagaweaUnder his pillowA shard of boneAnd if, at the wrong moment,You coughOr a nightmare wakes himOr the dog growlsOr, or,

Poetry | Wednesday, November 24,2010

musing poem #3

By Jacqueline Jackson

deep dusk I gaze down from thelittle cessna at the california roadsnow strings of bright moving beadsthe little towns puddles of lightthe big ones their mall areas awash spaced streetlamps tiny points

Poetry | Thursday, November 18,2010

namespoem #2

By Jacqueline Jackson

I tell our grieving guest, I like that youcall us all “dear heart” that’s what mymother called me talie says. I say my momcalled us “lambkin” or “lambie,” and

Poetry | Thursday, November 11,2010

autumnpoem #2

By Jacqueline Jackson

whenthe leavesblow offthe treesthenyou can seeabandoned nestsstill heldinthe branches

Poetry | Thursday, November 4,2010

Froggie Limericks

written by the biker in response to the recent Froggie ballad published here.

By Jacqueline Jackson

There once was a fellow named Mitch,whose traveling story was rich!While riding in a foghe picked up a frogAnd now they can’t tell which is which! There once was a critter named Frogwho wa

Poetry | Thursday, October 7,2010

Xavier, just 6, poem #4

By Jacqueline Jackson

We’ve had several poemsby Xavier in this column.He lost his grandma,Carol Manley, familiar toIT readers, a year ago.He loved Demi and wrotea book for us, a line andpicture on each page.“Fo

Poetry | Thursday, September 30,2010

northfifthstreet poem # 14

By Jacqueline Jackson

ok folks laugh but this houseIS on the enos park house touroctober 2 noon to 5 will weclean it well sorta at least sweepthe kitchen floor tidy it wellsorta but there’ll be a sign enterat your ow

Poetry | Thursday, September 23,2010

In Memoriam: Damaris Jackson

Jan. 15, 1954—Sept. 19, 2010

By Jacqueline Jackson

in england after my first child was bornI wrote my parents about the baby blueshow I felt totally skinless as thoughevery nerve was outside exposedpaining stinging maybe it was explainedhormonally eve

Poetry | Thursday, September 16,2010

countyfairpoem #2

By Jacqueline Jackson

here we are at the yearly walworth county fair the grandkids sang again in the junior american idol show should’ve won we suggested to a harried judge all finalists get certificates th

Poetry | Thursday, September 2,2010

wastepoem #4

By Jacqueline Jackson

I waste time a lot of ways might as well waste it on church the early fathers referred to holy waste does holy waste come from holy cows come to think of it simeon stylites (his