Whores and Flophouses by D M Jackson

I have no whores with broken heels to write about. I am not famous among the flop houses. I did not spend last night or last year on the street or in some roach infested place which would mean so much in a modern poem. I have not drunk myself to sleep. I am not … Read more…

The Loner Poem by D M Jackson

He lived in a small house beside the river. We would only see him on the road, riding a bicycle with a small motor, an eccentric loner puttering by on that cycle. He didn’t drink, caused no trouble it seems, we kids didn’t really know him except for the motorized bicycle and the river. I … Read more…

Sad Day For Regrets Poem

Sad day what to say but sad day it didn’t rain the news was bad an aside in an email a phone call a someone. The headline reads “Love Triggers Regret.” as I sing my sad team song “Shoulda and Coulda and Woulda, they all get better at the end.” Oh regret you can pick … Read more…

To the Bed Pan Person Poem by David Michael Jackson

Nursing home Clean white dry sheets every day now. There are the memories of another place another time wet sheets every day bladder infection kidney failure. No don’t think about it, he says. The bed pan persons are doing the job as important as the doctors as the nurses totally un heralded There is a … Read more…

The Other Road Poem by Dandelion de la Rue

I watch them Trotting slowly On the road less traveled Four white horses Looking at Not Me Seeing me not In my parallel universe. But I see them. I slow Watching them Their road Trying to guess Their secrets And why they glow. I have no glow. It’s all a blur Here on the superhighway … Read more…

Thank You Mary Jane

Thank you Mary Jane I’m so glad you and your sisters Maria and Juanita came by. Certainly Mario and Juan are happy to see buds like you and Maria and Juanita who were so lovely in their green flowers.

The Blog Needs a Poem

The blog needs a poem. Where’s Jackson? Get those words, stack them over here. You there! Arrange these words so that they mean something. The college is coming. Here, tack them on the wall. Rhyme something, fool but don’t let them catch you being sentimental. The flowers wait: The blog needs a poem, read those … Read more…

A Rock that Moves

You just happen to be a rock that moves, You are a rock, Tigger that became a cat for awhile, Sugar Plum, and you are owned by this mouse in a cave, Pookey Bear and there will be no trace of you; you will be vapor, water vapor, and I can say you will flow … Read more…

it’s all absurd

it’s all absurd most of my choices were absurd also….. choice of profession…. school…. job…. life, mostly wrong choices or right choices….. it’s all absurd… the religious cracks are crazy. The scientists are crazy… no wisdom is even possible…. existence isn’t even existential? It’s made up of the same crazy wacko absurd choices. A dinosaur … Read more…