Poetry | Thursday, April 12,2012

farmer poem #11

have I already reminded you? my dad says whenoak leaves are as bigas a squirrel’s ear it’stime to plant corn

Poetry | Thursday, March 29,2012

timothy poem #1

our folks bought us the world booka handsome set of volumes a usefuland absorbing reference once Iset out to read the whole thingbogged down at aardvark or was itaardwolf realizing it was an impossibl

Poetry | Thursday, March 22,2012

global warming poem #3

By Jacqueline Jackson

if it’s 83 inspringfieldon the idesof marchwhat’s itgoing to bein mid-july?

Poetry | Thursday, March 15,2012

prairiepoem #9

By Jacqueline Jackson

a tranquil spring afternoon todayburning the prairie warm sunlow breeze a thin line of firespreading across the brush-hoggedacre leaving black ash behindtwo springs ago my daughter aidedthis yearly bu

Poetry | Thursday, March 8,2012

farmerpoem #11

By Jacqueline Jackson

farmerpoem #11maybe I’ve told you thisbefore but my dad saysa country kid can runthrough a pasture andnever step on anythingwhile a city kid can pickhis way through a pastureand step on everythi

Poetry | Thursday, March 1,2012

poem about poems #1

By Jacqueline Jackson

my poet friend trims the crust fromhis twenty-first polyptotonic pie readyto slide into the literary oven gathersthe tailings rolls them out againenough for another he decidesrolls the scraps again an

Poetry | Thursday, February 23,2012

n fifthstreet poem #14

By Jacqueline Jackson

n fifthstreet poem #14ugly things can happen onn fifth street my second daughterin her teens was on the sidewalkin front of our house she noticeda pup start across the roadwaythen a truck coming along

Poetry | Thursday, February 16,2012

advicepoem

By Jacqueline Jackson

in 1924 my grandfather writeshis freshman son aboutthat son’s new possession:“Regarding your car, cut it out.You are better off without it.What you need is to developquiet strength and poi

Poetry | Thursday, February 9,2012

iceman poem #3

By Jacqueline Jackson

there must be many an iceman onelies in his tent near thesouth pole a hundred years nowthey left him there with two othersbrought back the sleeping bag ofone who said he was going outand disappeared i

Poetry | Thursday, February 2,2012

phonepoem #2

By Jacqueline Jackson

phonepoem #2when I call a business a library oralmost any number not a frienda robot voice will say listen carefully for our menu has changed then come seven choices none the entrée I need if I