Richard Jackson

A TRAIN: THE SCOTTSBORO BOYS There is no such thing as past or future.         --Carlo Rovelli There is nothing to stop...
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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’s Photo Poems (II)

The wall was always within us. We have to write it / until it opens.

Re: Word: Richard Jackson

I should have begun with that warning sound, / I should have begun when the sun crossed the town of Houla, / Syria, brushing the bodies of the massacred children. They look / like carefully wrapped cocoons. // Here, time slips down / the side of a building as if it were only a shadow.

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