James Croal Jackson (he/him/his) is a Filipino-American poet. He has a chapbook, The Frayed
Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and recent poems in DASH, Sampsonia
Way, and Jam & Sand. He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). He works in film production in Pittsburgh, PA. jamescroaljackson.com
for greatness that was his last mistakewe massed his grave the family in a slab without belief of afterlife in this lifeI despised his guardian angels his stunt crash resurrections his hearingwas blurry one sentence led into another bled into my mother’s ears one time shethrew a hot rag at him during recovery at home his ribs broken she was… Read more →
Which is to say we kissed many strangers today, so many mouths without knowing. Both of us date someone else now, though lock eyes through pinholes of cheap latex, despite the guises’ vacant stares– these two, skeletons. Admire the wrinkles of bendable skull-skin. Remember our bones– last summer, our bodies thin crackers. Could snap first sink of snow but we… Read more →