Authorz: Paul Jackson

I wonder if you will ever read this love poem I have written for you across my throat using a razor for a pen and…

We never talked about it; never, ever, ever. One or two times a week I heard the door open, and he came. Always Marcie, never…

After its worst, most violent assault my melancholy will sometimes deliver me to a blessed catatonic stupor. Spirit subtracted from flesh; a mineral stillness to…

I am so alone. I stare at the stars above me, and try just to breathe. How curious that the sudden awareness of my coming…

They don’t know that I have not laughed even one time since maybe 1973. I think in March. It was at seeing two blind people;…

The grey winds of the storm sweep confusion and destruction through the trees and sky. The storm in my heart is greater. The once brilliant…

I sit on the floor and wait for the migraine to move across my brain like a towering seventy-five thousand foot thunder-head. I feel the…

Hell. It’s a real place. I know. I been there. Some people who don’t really know say you go there after you die. But I…

After the apogee of the mania some part of my mind slips into error and distortion: a moving face on the curve of the shining…

PARAMETERS They started teaching them in kindergarten, some kids learned it before then, even… “You have to colour inside the lines!” It doesn’t really matter…

I would gladly put it to music and sing it to you (if only I could). But I can’t. I heard it once somewhere between…

You remember him, don’t you? Devil’s Den, the deadly tangle, Hornet’s Nest, and Bloody Angle, The Dunker Church a September morn, Farmer Miller’s field of…

Emerald walking in fog. A name given Her by Time and by the Creator of the sky and sea and of Time itself. She wanders…

Everyone likes their own bed best A place to lay their head. The one place in the world that’s yours Is your comfy cozy bed.…

Flowing endlessly toward some unknowable sea under the sun, in his all-knowing glare; this thing called life is one eternal wounding– incarcerating in a prison…

alone desolate a derelict soul, a weightless shadow somersaulting underwater. The waves of solitude drown me. I cannot call for help, no one can see…

Come with me in search of ghosts; Our country’s long lost spectral hosts, They wore the Blue, they wore the gray. . . Their generation’s…

When anguish is all I have left I dare not give it up; for to do that would be to sink into the darkness of…

Laura I failed you. I am so, so sorry. I tried to keep you alive with the sheer force of my love for you but…

Society is like a Greek salad; Several very disparate entities All living together in some sort of Loose conglomeration, Each stolidly retaining his own identity…