Poems from SydJackson
A red couch with baked-in trivets.
The big black weary vagabond
lands breathlessly, unknowingly
awaiting its fated execution.
The green...
Golden lines flash across a dreaming,
sun speckled face. A child presses
his nose against the vibrating glass
of the moving train. The...
The sun kisses the earth to bed.
Fireflies dance to a silent song
and the wind, their swift lover,
caresses the earth.
An earthly...
OCD
Sydney Jackson
I place my browning Good Will bag on my kitchen counter
feeling too tired to make dinner knowing that I would have to...
Sister dearest who was swaddled in the same fleshy crib as I,
I am your fortified backbone when you
cannot carry your brittle burden
When...