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]