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I woke up in the wrong church
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
just a little something
she sings the lonesome wind to sleep
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
written for a friend
some folks
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
third poem I ever wrote . . .
kill bukowski
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
I hate the dirty old man and his mirror words page after page drink after drink f**k after f**k tale after tale from the life of an ordinary man,..
tango canyenue
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
for your pleasure . . .
through snowy mountain passes
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
a poetic perspective . . .
written by ghost hand and murmur
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
no matter how we write, what we write may stay with us forever . . .
new warrior
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
How did we begin to use weapons?
old miller
A Poem by
Mark C. Jackson
a friend was describing how she cried at the end of Old Yeller (didn't we all) and I thought she said "old miller". Well, I wrote it down and a few da..
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