By Paul O. Jenkins In this photograph,Taken from a respectful distance,I see my sister kneelBeside the horse16 hands high,Now unable to riseFrom the pasture floorAnd I wonder at the love On displayAnd the steady handOf my brother-in-law,Centering the shot,And the knowledgeThat I will never so loveOr be so steady myself. Paul O. Jenkins aims to … Continue reading Distance
Four Poems by James Croal Jackson
Sonoran my skin carries the radiation of phone glow the radio. Of something static O Arizona. Azure eyes & sandy cries just an echo. I want to say I am hallowed. That I carried your branches with me too as extra arms but I am night and limb- … Continue reading Four Poems by James Croal Jackson
