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Richard Jackson
The woman carrying her life, /
who passed by a moment ago, calls out /
from the next street and someone answers, /
but not to her.
Richard Jackson | Between Two Worlds: Ales Debeljak’s Dialectic Vision
It was the great Russian thinker, Alexander Herzen, who railed against the power of abstractions, of any of the isms in our lives, to control us. And it was Aleš Debeljak, both a renowned professor of social sciences and […]
Four Elegies by Richard Jackson
THE MUD PUDDLE It exists only in the mud puddle just as Escher saw another world at the bottom of his painting, but here now, 8,000 miles from you, where the moon tries desperately to reflect its reasons, […]
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 […]
C O N T R I B U T O R S
A BRIEF NOTE ON THE LIST The below is a partial list of poetry, fiction and non-fiction contributors to B O D Y since 2012. The authors are sorted alphabetically by first name. An author’s name appears more than once […]
