New Franklin, Ohio
by James Croal Jackson

  1. her violin’s bow popped off the crowd’s
  2. thin, bald trees–
  3. it's just too late to grow.
  4. The next morning I called where you grew
  5. and crawled these barefoot floors
  6. of fingerprints and colors
  7. and your name
Packingtown Review – Vol.11, Spring 2019

James Croal Jackson is the author of The Frayed Edge of Memory (Writing Knights Press, 2017). His poetry has appeared in FLAPPERHOUSE, Yes Poetry, Serving House Journal, and elsewhere. He edits The Mantle, a poetry journal. Find him in Columbus, Ohio or at

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