Jacqueline Jackson

aroundtown poem #2 john knoepfle has a poem that lists the dogs of auburn I learned in college that poems often have lists especially epics that’s one way you can tell an epic so here are the cows in the round barn, 1914: marie, beauty, princess, lassie, easter, may, fantine, fern, gladys, elsie, gretchen, hester […]

kinquotepoem #2 when my cousin was twelve he took a girl to the movies this was back in the thirties they ate bags and bags of popcorn and several holloway suckers each in case you’re too young to remember a holloway sucker is a slab of molasses as big as a brick and about as […]

sciencepoem #2 bleeding, I lie here in a crevice it is snowing 5500 years from now there will be a thaw someone will find me experts will keep me frozen in a laboratory they’ll catalogue my clothing study my weapons learn from the grass in my shoes the season I lined them they’ll examine the […]

aroundtown poem #1 sometimes people would speed by me giving me the finger because of the sign NO RADIO in my little car’s window assuming i suppose that I didn’t like radio what the sign did mean was look buster if you break in once more and wreck up the whole dash this time you […]

lovepoem #1 I don’t know who put the nickel in but the lights are going blinker blinker blinker and the bells are going dinger dinger dinger and I am hanging on like crazy afraid afraid afraid of TILT © Jacqueline Jackson 2005

grandchildpoem #1 rachel’s glazed eyes don’t stray from the screen when grandma bounces in from two-hundred miles away she doesn’t recognize grandma as a fairy godmother © Jacqueline Jackson 2005

sciencepoem #1 I heard him say it, the noted cosmologist: nothing is nothing © Jacqueline Jackson 2005

travelpoem #1 we went all the way to ireland and spent a dublin sunday morning at the unitarian church how crazy can that be the sermon was called cowboys and indians we sang a hymn about rootworms in the afternoon we saw the book of kells and had carrot soup with ginger © Jacqueline Jackson […]

poolpoem #1 my seven a.m. swimming buddy I know only by his paunch and red trunks. his sinewy friends call him Judge. when he doesn’t show up for several days I feel mild concern. I don’t think he’s doing bench presses. © Jacqueline Jackson 2005

kinquote poem #1 when I told my daughter ‘d been asked to do a poem a week for the downstate newspaper she said I’m not telling you how to run your life or anything, mom, but why would you want to take on something new when you’re always trying to get rid of stuff? but […]