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Richard Jackson’s Photo Poems (II)

  Editor’s note: This is the second set of photo poems we’ve published by Richard Jackson. You can read the first set here.   ____________________________________________________________________     1/ THE WORD FOR THAT For Tomaž Šalamun   The trees are tempted. […]

RICHARD JACKSON’S PHOTO POEMS (II)

      1/ THE WORD FOR THAT For Tomaž Šalamun   The trees are tempted. The moon is gagged. Not everyone can live alone. On the via dei Sette Ponti above Arezzo I tasted the light. What wasn’t to […]

Re: Word: Richard Jackson

  These poems originally appeared in the December 2012 issue of B O D Y.   REVISION You can smell the sunlight as it stalks us through the weeds in the abandoned lot. It’s like the old dog that circles […]

Richard Jackson

REVISION You can smell the sunlight as it stalks us through the weeds in the abandoned lot. It’s like the old dog that circles before he finds his spot. A few stars defy the town’s pink glow. A few late […]

Richard Jackson’s Photo Poems

Breath fills the decayed tree. The sky is still a syllable. Light lives inside those wings. We have no word to describe the insects’ tremors beneath the bark, or to measure the currents between here and the next tree. What […]

RICHARD JACKSON’S PHOTO POEMS

  1/ BIRD   Breath fills the decayed tree. The sky is still a syllable. Light lives inside those wings. We have no word to describe the insects’ tremors beneath the bark, or to measure the currents between here and […]

Now That Your Eyes Are Shut: Three Neglected American Women Poets From The Early Twentieth Century

By Richard Jackson Elizabeth Bishop once wrote in a letter that “undoubtedly gender does play an important part in the making of any art, but art is art and to separate writings, paintings, musical compositions, etc., into two sexes is […]

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