James Croal Jackson’s poems have appeared in magazines including The Bitter Oleander, Rust + Moth, and Columbia College Literary Review. He lives in Columbus, Ohio. Visit him at jimjakk.com. jamescroaljackson@gmail.com
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I don’t believe a word you say. The stairs
separate us because you’re on another
level. Gravity is what pulls us together.
& absence of death. You talk in spirals.
I want to follow. A wind-up rotor wheels
his way back. Intransient movement.
I believe in higher planes
when looking to the sky in airports.
AFTER THE FUNERAL, FACEBOOK
crying again my mother logs in
and watches lives unfold and bend
like warps into others’ minds
offering words of glass
with water droplets
like there used to be something there
something that refreshed and renewed
To View more from this author pick up a copy of the Spring/Summer 2018 issue of The Stray Branch.