Oklahoma
In these plains I have been
tornado chaos the storm swirling
out of shotglass. Unpredictable
system of bankruptcies this
unknowable thing can become
in a field touching down. Sky
sirens. Muck dust. Lightning
flicks a weary finger– my hand
on your back my funnel
into sky a violin sirensong,
a tenuous tremolo.
Fiction
I strive for greatness a small rock
slips off my tongue words
on the verge of something cosmic
a novel expanding underneath each
breath
Bionote
James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Jenny, *82 Review, and Reservoir. He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. (jimjakk.com)
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