Mark Jackley

Three Poems


In print
your death convinces.

smaller you

slip out the transom, two
by three column inches.


The Moment

The paper,
the hands that fold it,
the airplane that takes shape

and flight, the arc, the swoop
and whoosh
the disappearance.



Heaven-sent to perform mouth-to-mouth on flowers, trees,
it belongs to the scientist, the shaman and persimmons.

It careens down windows like a novice skier,
a spooked colt,
like Liana, ten,
running into the years.

Mark Jackley is the author of two chapbooks with a third, “Cracks and Slats,” forthcoming from Amsterdam Press, and a full-length collection, “There Will be Silence While You Wait,” on the way from Plain View Press.