—In this city there were time-pockets/Wormholes of dark-stars, of Blue Witch Nightshade of Coyote Brush, Buckwheat, Osprey Geese flying overhead like a broom sweeping heartbeats— Can you sense what you don’t remember— the dizzying strobe of sunlight on water? the copper-penny smell of birth? I remember the taste of Sumac & laughter caught by coughs I remember when I couldn’t read aloud without shaking I won’t waste my time writing young I feel aged in vinegar I need lessons in what must die But not the strangeness of hope— How fog is wonder How the years pass in green —In this city there are time-pockets/Wormholes of dark-stars, of Blue Witch Nightshade of Coyote Brush, Buckwheat, Osprey Geese flying overhead like a broom sweeping heartbeats—
Jacqueline Simon’s writing has appeared in The Cortland Review, Okay Donkey, BOAAT, Pennsylvania English, and the anthology Processing Crisis (Risk Press). She was nominated for Best of the Net by Okay Donkey in 2020. Jacqueline received her M.F.A. in poetry from Saint Mary’s College of California. She is a volunteer and board member of an environmental education nonprofit, where she works with and trains rescued donkeys.
Image: “Storm King” by Daniel Nester