Poetry | Thursday, December 29,2011

readingpoem #7

A recent letter from my sister Pat relates this tale about our oldest sister Joan as a kid.

joan read all the time — do you recall when we were parked in front of the post office I don’t remember quite how it began but I have a clear picture of our sister emerging from the p.o. d

Poetry | Wednesday, December 21,2011

My Gift

By Jacqueline Jackson

My Gift This poem was written by my mother,Vera Wardner Dougan, to my father,for their first Christmas together, 1924.If I could give to you one only gift

Poetry | Thursday, December 15,2011

catalpaforest poem concluded

By Jacqueline Jackson

you could buy your way out of the civil war pay someone two hundred dollars to take your place the farmer on the road near us (well before my grampa was born) did so his replacement was killed. many y

Poetry | Thursday, December 8,2011

swanpoem #1

By Jacqueline Jackson

swanpoem #1a lone swan patrolled this little stretch of the ohio for five years until he disappeared some say they saw him flying south in the company of two whistling swans so my friends’ small

Poetry | Thursday, December 1,2011

catalpaforest story part 1

By Jacqueline Jackson

catalpaforest story part 1near the wisconsin farm we lived onwe kids at exploratory age followedthe crick discovered upstream a groveof trees planted incongruously in rowsstrange trees catalpa trees w

Poetry | Wednesday, November 23,2011

phonepoem #1

By Jacqueline Jackson

phonepoem #1the phone just rang it was newt gingrich without preamble the voice said “this is newt gingrich – as someone who loves america” – at which I hung up I can think of

Poetry | Thursday, November 17,2011

chickenfeedpoem #3

By Jacqueline Jackson

chickenfeedpoem #3and then there’s the rooster in thebackyard hedge between us and the neighbors he ate from the dogdishes at their backdoor and oursgrew into a bold and brassy chapwho dashed ou

Poetry | Thursday, November 10,2011

vachel lindsay poem #1

By Jacqueline Jackson

today we crossed the lindsay bridgetoday we crossed the lindsay bridgetoday we crossed the lindsay bridgewe were among the firstthe streetlamps are so sleek and blackthe streetlamps are so sleek and b

Poetry | Thursday, November 3,2011

chickenfeed poem #2

By Jacqueline Jackson

that story I told a few weeks ago aboutchickens eating meat well I’ve beenswamped with chicken stories they are good press my friend jack knows a farmer east of town whose chicken coop is anold

Poetry | Thursday, October 27,2011

bicycle poem #3

By Jacqueline Jackson

a guy was interviewed on NPR who’dbuilt a full-size wooden bicycle one thatreally works he said the chain was thehardest part why’d he do it? a friend bet hecouldn’t now I’d li