James Croal Jackson
Blackbirds linger over the summer of 2012—
I followed them to Austin ahead of winter’s white
knuckle, veered west into the world of tv,
an industry where I found & fought the devil
in myself, his blade lodged still deep within me.
I chose Los Angeles over love, a dead dream
over crisp grass, intoxicated phone calls of
a faraway devotion– how I once told Tony
I’d still marry you, how we were inseparable
until I forced a two-thousand mile difference
we would never bridge.
James Croal Jackson (he/him) has a chapbook, The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017), and poems in Pacifica, Reservoir, and indefinite space. He edits The Mantle (themantlepoetry.com). Currently, he works in the film industry in Pittsburgh, PA. (jimjakk.com)