Poetry

mothers day poem #7(in a letter from my father, 1960) “Your mother is in Chicago working onher American Music project. Some dayI’ll have to harness her ability and energyto some enterprise in which the pay isin line with the genius brought to the task.I could retire! The current joke around hereis that I have taken […]

thoughts and prayers poem #1 the topic this week was thoughts andprayers our gun-toting (civil war musket)pastor did not let us down he gave stats  on shots-per-second of assault weaponsplus so much more it was pure gun control he included lincoln’s letter to the mother who’d lost five sons he gave the obamas’words to parkland students: […]

n fifth st poem #48 two boys maybe eight or ninewalking past on the sidewalkbefore my door both whiteif that makes any differenceone familiarly twirling a largereal-looking silver pistol that kid is already a gun nutbut doesn’t know it ©2018 Jacqueline Jackson

 for me the scariest latest news:the verification of the prediction fifteen years ago when warned the world had some ten years to get its ducks lined up to slow or stop climate change instead we’ve beenshooting ducks except a few places  holland florida mayors atolls with seas rising to people’s knees what  was the prediction? […]

old age poem # 4? . . .well, whichever . . . getting oldis a steeplearning curveI’m used to tellingeveryone elsewhat to donow everyone elseis tellingmewhat to do ©2018 Jacqueline Jackson

aging poem #7 we moved my dad with a hip mending to a facility in a nearby village old friends employees invarious stages of degeneration an active aviary he hated it refused food snarled at the staff turned his wheelchair on the finches we brought him home a granddaughtermoved in he sat in his easy […]

easter hunts poem #1 authentic thrills do not come oftennor are they oft forgot: one from myearly years, the easter bunny hidtiny candy bunnies all over the housewe four kids searched with squealsof delight at each discovery I peekedbehind the door of my room and herelay a whole cardboard box with somethirty of the precious […]

my friends have had their little onessince babes but it’s taken till now– 6 years – for the “wrinkles” ofadoption to be worked out theywere all in court last week paperssigned hands shaken photos takenafterwards the parents took the pairto a special place for lunch a rare treatthe ISM – the playground – board gamesgave […]

here folks behold a true subversiveschools are closing out the cursiveevery kid the wide world o’er can toss old writing out the door each kid will own his keyboard toy from manchester to mandeloy just throw your granny’s words away the thoughts expressed are now passé all hand-writ history down the drain for your own […]

CHANGE-OF-HEART POEM I am now a prexy rooter – he’ll jump inside and SHOOT THE SHOOTER!!! ©2018 Jacqueline Jackson

family story # 29 my sister pat told me of a bass player in their orchestra bound for a concert grabbed coffee at a drive-in spilled it scalded his hand in agony he rushed to a drug store gasped out “Preparation H!”– which he’d heard soothes burns  as well — slapped money on the counter […]