Tuesday, April 10, 2018



The Lego 
on the pine straw 
is now inanimate, 
but in the nascent age  
it's the piece of a starship 
piloted by a lizard. 
-Robert L. Jackson III

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Presence and Absence

Presence and Absence 

In the empty sky 
are the power of those eyes. 
In static sound, 
white noise 
from an empty radio, 
is the texture of the voice. 
In fog 
is the exhumed breath 
of you 
nourishing my skin. 
-Robert L. Jackson III

Sunday, March 4, 2018

Deep Time

Deep time 
I caught 
the white rabbit, 
forever late, 
and sacrificed it 
for thought. 

-Robert L. Jackson III

Sunday, February 11, 2018



On faux seas
with no hope to sink
and no need for wind.
The hull carries the loot
of 1000 mardi gras beads.
Potholes on the road
crash as waves on the bow.
Planks of paper
soften in the rain,
revealing the dark machine

-Robert L. Jackson III

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Moon Poem

Another Moon Poem Defending its Territory

The moon,
in glowing silence,
controls the port,
the jagged reef 
at high tide,
but showing its teeth
during the reciprocal age.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Friday, January 26, 2018


Drip your blood
to me
through the intravenous
holes in time and space.
Drip your love
to me
through quantum fibers
and tears in science.

-Robert L. Jackson III

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Sunday, January 21, 2018



The modern machines
are too quiet,
humming in harmony,
but muted,
and we live unaware
of their conversions.
The engines of nature
have no buffers
over the rustling of leaves
the chirping of birds,
the scratching of wood,
or the calls in the night,
except for the stealth
of the predators.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Wednesday, January 17, 2018



The boundary is flat

on the river.

Roots erode;

and trees cross the realm,


the bare knuckles

of their bony fingers

to the travelers


The swirling knots

of the waterlogged wood

stare across

and speak 

to the ringed cores

of the survivors.

The fibrous matter


from the soul

in the dark depths.

We wallow in the mud,

with unburied bones,


and leaving no need

for chiseled tombstones.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Posted for Poets United midweek motif of Soul/Psyche.