Says the janitor, it's the best time of the week
The Janitor Dances [Poetry]
life
Belmont Avenue – The Unsolved Departure of the Common X [Poetry]
At ten in the morning, the day I failed
Catch the Train [Essay]
On every workday morning, I only gave myself forty minutes to commute to work.
Cards and Gifts [Fiction]
“Looks like we got ourselves a cowboy,"
Impermanence [Poetry]
This is a poem by James Croal Jackson. Seagulls scatter where I stare myself into the ocean, whose blue reflects whoever’s gaze it catches, growing stuck in the mind’s red door humming self- significance. The black scar of sky overlooks this– summer’s paint dripping onto the canvas of the next, a bell ringing after class, learning the reverberations of its own footsteps … Continue reading Impermanence [Poetry]
Ode to Life [Poetry]
Outside my window snow falls,
fresh snow piles up,
while everyone is inside,
outside there is no one,
life is transient,
it will go sooner or later.
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