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Richard Jackson

I am sorry the time is passing so slowly. I am sorry, birds, for not mentioning you again until the end. My fifth grade teacher said comets are angels. You can determine the exact makeup of a comet by spectrographic analysis. An X ray of this poem would reveal dark spots on its heart. It… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

I have imagined you beginning this by candlelight, so I have let the rain scribble itself across your window, written how your flesh seems to breathe like the petals of a flower, how my fingers trace the shallow pockets behind your knees, because, in truth, these lines could lead us anywhere. — Richard Jackson, from… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones we collect, a story he would… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Suddenly it seems memory is impossible. Who can say what fills the coffin of the moment? Are we, then, like moths at a candle, glowing longer than life is left in us? I don’t know how much longer it is possible to stay in a poem like this one, sifting through the ashes of the… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

The thing is to sift out / the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring / hints of their lost words, and not to mistake the fossil for / the life, or the kiss for the love, not to mistake the fragment / for the sentence. — Richard Jackson, from “Tip of My Tongue,”… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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Richard Jackson

Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends, the daylight stars we never get to see? Bad luck never takes a vacation, my friend once wrote. It lies there among the broken shells and stones we collect, a story he would… Continue reading Richard Jackson

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