Poets – James J Jackson

When I Get Drunk I Reread My Old Stuff

a poem about why you should take my old work with a grain of salt

Safe Space, a poem

There once was a young boy, a sweet, but different kid, who was taunted and bullied and he didn’t always handle it well. There weren’t buzzwords like “cancel culture” or “safe space” when the boy was growing up, so his bullies never got canceled, and the boy, despite the torture, never really needed a “safeContinue reading “Safe Space, a poem”

A Villanelle For Capital

Get up, eat. Drink some speed. Get on the rat race’s beat. Out the door, you proceed, just another person in the street. Not an inch of power to concede. Show up, sign the sheet, like the faceless hog decreed, and with pay, you can’t compete. Day in and out, at a painful speed, destroyContinue reading “A Villanelle For Capital”