a week ago we soared through the sky
with all parts intact and fully functional.
I didn't need to look out deep, endless windows
we will never have the biology to fly, no matter
our construction, no matter the fantasy of the air-
and the air is a fantasy you breathe easy and pure
descend slowly on telephone lines beyond reach
to know what I am made of will never be enough.
About the author:
James Croal Jackson is a writer, filmmaker, and
musician born in Akron, Ohio. He rediscovered his love for poetry while working in the film and television industry in Los Angeles. He is the winner of the 2016 William Redding Memorial Poetry Prize via The Poetry Forum in his current city of Columbus, Ohio. This is his first chapbook. Visit him at jimjakk.com.
The Frayed Edge of Memory by James Croal Jackson
Writing Knights Press at 6:00 PM