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Jessica Jackson,
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Austin, TX |
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Jessica Jackson was born and raised in Austin, Texas
and always had an affinity for writing. She grew up writing poetry
but became extremely interested in creative writing when she was in
college. Professors and mentors such as Steven Haven and Kathryn
Winograd fostered her already growing interest in poetry and helped
create a manuscript worth of an MFA in poetry.
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Summer Bliss
Gracious black pill bug,
You quiver across hot Texan
Earth, cracked and dry, as if it
Were like the silky sands of Mexico.
You never get stuck.
Slowly, like an accordion's beautiful
Body, you crawl.
How I envy your oblivion.
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Hush Little Baby
Underneath the dense blindness of night
We wait to be formed, molded gracefully
With pink tipped figners, to fold into
Ourselves and begin our descent into
The bottom, to take our places amongst
Little white specs of death, torn away
From red, sweaty skin and placed in
Impenetrable plastic sacks,
Empty, slick and dark.
We sew ourselves from the ground up,
Squinching toes in darkened soil,
Cool and moist, flexing hips and breathing
In deep the air we forgot to take with us.
After the passing of golden gates
And picking through the hot earth,
We reach out, to slide fingers pulsing
On skin, salty and far from home, to sink
Into the dark pores of dusk and fit ourselves
Together. Come in. It all belongs to me.
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Epiphany
everything uttered has been silenced this is
how broken ears hear in the spring of
last year not like lilies in a yellow
march but as if words were broken paperweights
scattered pieces of jagged glass sleeping on
mahogany and yet I can sit on this bed beside you
a place I lived myself not too far
from the old classrooms that held the smell
of dusty chalks and air conditioned plastic seats
and you would pass notes then pretend
they weren't yours oh god how could you let
me take the blame and forget I was real when
i sat beside your scrawny frame and
we felt invisible when the awnings
of the sun beat heavily on our elastic, youthful
skin and we were Goddesses under the intense heat
of summer I borrowed your pretty pink shirt
but it didn't fit and when I told you I cried all
you said was did you stretch it out I gave
it back without a smile and you should
know that I don't like boys they snicker
and point when they think I'm not
looking and you laugh too you don't say
hello to me when others are around
you're afraid my ugliness is contagious
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